[Bill Douglas]

Another story for you. And it was very fuggin scarry at the time.

When I was about 18 I lived accross the road from a young chick called Robyn O'Brien, and we used to flirt a bit. One day she asked if I would like to come around to her sisters place to help baby sit the two young kids.

Well, after a (very) short while Robyn and I were fooling about on the couch and an internal door slammed REALLY hard. The sort of hard that you would have to put real muscle into, to slam, due to air resistance. So we very quickly put our clothes back on expecting to find a very pissed off sister standing by the back door, but there was no one there. We were a little freaked out by this so locked all the doors and windows, and LOL, got back to where we were. WHAM, another slam. I got to the door in what seemed like .5 of a second and there was no one there. And the odd thing about it was the kids in bed a very short distance away and still sleeping. Being about 18 I was keen to get back to where we were, and the door did this stunt again another once or twice.

I was just about to get a leg over virginal Robyn when the roll down blind, right next to us, shot up. That was it for me, I was outa here. I said to Robyn to grab the kids and we would go back to my place until the sister got home but she didn't want to take the kids away (the kids were still sleeping - odd). I know I don't sound like much of a hero, but I was off. When I got home my phone was ringing and it was Robyn, and we talked until her sister got home. In the hour until the sis' got home the door slammed about once every 5 or 10 minutes.

Robyn and I didn't speak for about the next 15 years...