Often, ghost stories centre around humans. Whether they’re grey-dressed ladies, drifting mournfully down ancient hallways, or black-eyed children peering round darkened corners, our spooky stories are frequently human-centric.
In 1965, a strange story in the USA hit the world’s headlines. A man was hitchhiking, when an enormous brightly lit object hovered above his head. His eyewitness account, in isolation, would normally have been dismissed as drunken rambling, or attention-seeking lies.
This week I came down with some lovely coronavirus symptoms, which means I’ve had the kids at home since Wednesday. I’m seeing it as a chance to spend some time with them, while doing some ‘kind of’ educational stuff too.