Winter Ghost Stories

Oh how it's so,so cold and dark outside. A chill is in the air and an icy breeze wafts through clicking and cracking the blinds in this spooky old study. Actually this study is cozy, warm and inviting. Especially since I put some cushions on the nice couch and reduced the wattage of the globe in the big old cozy lamp. That's not the point though. It's still cold and dark outside and it is fast becoming the season for spooky stories late at night (even though it IS only 7.45pm). So Mull up the wine, turn up the heater and get yurself all rugged into your lovely jim jams. The real life ghost adventures of Dean Atkinson are about to begin.




#1 BINGO BOO

When my Nanna Babs was alive she always enjoyed going to the bingo. Most Saturday nights ( if I remember correctly) my Dad would drive her over to Stockton town centre and drop her off right outside the big old door of the MECCA bingo Hall just up from the Odeon cinema and Leslie Brown Toys. There was a short window here as Nanna would quickly open the door and jump out just before my Dad pulled away. It saved a park and was convinient as long as it took only a second as there were cars creeping up his tail end. This story takes place about two years after my Nanna died of lung cancer ( You may think it bold for me to come out and say that but it's reason enough for any smokers who are reading this to drop that filthy, horrible, stinking habbit. If it hadn't been for smoking she would probably still be alive) and my Dad found himself driving the same way past the MECCA complex in Stockton highstreet on his way home from training or football or some such thing. Upon driving past the bingo hall and with every door in the car closed and I might add LOCKED.......in that very moment of passing the MECCA, the passenger door.........................................opened.

Sounds cute doesn't it? I don't care...it happened.