THE DEAD SPIT
On a dark, rainy night in Bilston I’d met my friend, in an old run down church, around midnight. He’d told me to go to see this old church. I’d asked another friend to go with me... We walked around and stopped at the graves of a dead poet Charles Shakespeare.
He was killed in a fight in 1720: It was said he’d come home, caught his wife in bed with another man...He sat on the wall reading the prologue from “Romeo and Julie”.
We hard sounds of voices, where they the voices of miners, who had died in the deserted mines, years ago? Their bodies were never found. Their spit’s came back to get their revenge on the town... We ran to find a way out of there.
As we got close to the gates a man wearing a miner’s helmet with a light on appeared out of nowhere: he was tapping on the road with a hammer. The street lights came on and off. We walked around in the darkness, trying to found our way out, when we show something standing in our way! The ghost of the dead of miners came back to life...