A Personal Ghost Story

Early one morning, facing a long walk home after visiting friends, I decided to use the toilets at the bottom of Bath Road.

The lights were out; the facilities were empty. I took up position and suddenly, out of the shadows, a figure appeared. No features were discernible, and I can’t say now whether it lunged toward me or merely moved close. It made no sound.

I got the hell out of there.

I later discovered that in 1961 a man was stabbed in those toilets. No one was ever convicted of his murder.

The facilities have since been demolished.