I see dead people
When I was 9, me and my mate Mark found a human skull in some soil from a trench in a building site. Which is an event in it’s self, but we went one step further, after we’d cleaned it up we decided to keep it. For a few days in the middle of the summer holidays we took turns in looking after our new friend. When it was spending the night we me it lived in an old GPO battery box under my bed.

Inevitably word filtered back through friends and their parents back to our parents and the secret was blown. My dad took me, Mark and the skull, still in the battery box, down to the police station. At first everyone was very nice, but once they’d got the required info we did get a bit of a bollocking.

It turned out the skull belong to a woman who’d probably been murdered in the late 1800s.

Our return to school at the end of the summer was triumphant – the kids who’d not only found the skull of a murder victim, but kept it at home – we were famous!
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 7 Nov 2008, 9:56, Reply)