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- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
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- FIVE
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- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
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- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
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- SIXTY
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- SIXTY-THREE
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- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
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- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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Keeping Tinder on the lead, Jan set off at a jog, but it was difficult with a bag full of shopping banging against her leg. Tinder was tired, his little legs were having to work hard to keep up and he kept wanting to stop. Eventually, Jan slowed to a brisk walk, which Tinder could manage. As they turned the last bend in the lane, the cottage came into view. Jan stopped dead. There was someone in the front garden. Someone small. Too far away to identify with the light so poor, a shadow, but now moving towards her front door. Tinder saw it too and began barking, straining against the lead to be let free.
They turned and ran, disappearing into the woods at the side of the cottage.
‘Hey, stop! Come back!’ Jan cried, and ran the rest of the way to the cottage. ‘Hello? Is there someone there?’ she called into the shrubbery, feeling braver now she was home again.
Tinder had stopped barking and was sniffing the air. No noise came from the other side.
‘Hello? Anyone there?’ she tried again, and listened.
The only sound was the chirp of a distant bird. Tinder had lost interest, suggesting that whoever or whatever it was had gone. But what were they doing at her front door? Trying to get in? She called out one more time and then went indoors where she let Tinder off his lead. He ran around the downstairs barking and then went to his water bowl where he drank thirstily.
Preoccupied and disturbed by this last encounter, Jan quickly unpacked the freezer food and left the rest to do later. Taking off her jacket, she picked up her laptop. There was something she wanted to check. Previously when she’d looked online for information about the creatures that lived in the woods she’d searched for Animals living in Coleshaw Woods. Now she typed in Strange sightings in Coleshaw Woods.
Up came pages of websites and news articles. The top one carried the headline Strange Encounter in Coleshaw Woods. But as she read it soon became clear it was an interview with a man who claimed to have seen an unidentified flying object hovering over the woods. What she’d seen certainly wasn’t a UFO, although it could be alien, she thought with a shudder.