When I was a teenager I was cycling home from Bath through an area which was known locally as Sally in the Woods<\/p>\n
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I had made this journey many times before on my bicycle without incident but on this occasion I suffered a puncture deep in the woods on a rather chilly but bright September evening.<\/p>\n
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It was what did not happen that I found so frightening as although I was engaged in repairing my tyre I felt that time had frozen around me<\/p>\n
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There was no evening birdsong and for the entirety of my time in the woods no other vehicles passed me in either direction<\/p>\n
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Local legends noted unexplained screams and ghostly white figures seen for an instant but I saw nothing at all that evening absolutely nothing<\/p>\n
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They found me hunched on the roadside and supposed that I had either been hit by a car or had fallen from my machine<\/p>\n
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But on examination at the hospital the doctors found that I had suffered no injury and that my clothes showed no evidence of a fall.<\/p>\n
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I recounted my story about the puncture but my bicycle was also found to be in good condition<\/p>\n
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My strange tale was put down to an episode suffered by a young man with an over active imagination who basically had exhausted himself and had foolishly decided to sleep by the roadside deep in the woods<\/p>\n
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From that day onwards I always avoided Sally in the Woods even at great inconvenience to myself and others<\/p>\n
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I would not say that I forgot about the incident but as the years passed it certainly faded from my memory<\/p>\n
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That was until this evening when I happened upon a photograph of the Sally in the Woods when engaged in some research about Bath<\/p>\n
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At first I did not recognise the location as the photograph had been taken probably by a drone high above the woods<\/p>\n
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But then the geography became familiar and I began to recognise the soft contours of the woods and the surrounding area<\/p>\n
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The photograph had been taken at sunset most probably on a late summers evening and the whole area was bathed in a dull golden haze<\/p>\n
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Out of interest and protected by the movement of time I began to explore the photograph from the safety of my laptop.<\/p>\n
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It was then that I began to notice that my cursor was beginning to glow as it rested on the left hand side of the photograph<\/p>\n
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This alarmed me a little and I tried to move it but to no avail as it was frozen to the screen<\/p>\n
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Although I was hundreds of miles away I began to feel a sense of unease as I had on that far off evening in the woods<\/p>\n
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But I did no lose consciousness and after an undetermined pause my screen unlocked and the cursor returned to normal<\/p>\n
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I immediately retired from the site and and made myself a hot cup of tea as my nerves felt frayed<\/p>\n
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The tea calmed me and I tried to return to the website only to find that it did not appear to have existed in the first place<\/p>\n
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My recent history bore no witness to my visit although I did note that for the period between 08:30 and 09:10 that nothing was recorded although I knew that I had been working on my laptop all evening<\/p>\n
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It is now ten minutes off midnight and I have nearly completed my account of this peculiar haunting<\/p>\n
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Whether what happened just under three hours ago was just another episode as supposed in my youth is not a question that I can easily answer at present<\/p>\n
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I am a fit and healthy man with no noted mental aberrations but I know that I will be haunted by both these visits for years to come<\/p>\n
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