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damn unhappy Helen speaks out, one damn unhappy
Helen calls a taxi, three damn unimpressed females enter
the taxi.
XIII
THE GOLDEN LION, 9.45pm
All was well and we were all having a damn
good time with our temporary partners, that was until
our other partners entered and war ensued. 9.47pm and
Mark, Carl and myself were in the car and out of the situation,
a situation that only spelt hassle to us, accusations,
bitching and cat fighting -
we didn’t need it and so it was decided that we venture
to The Red Lion for a much needed quiet drink where the
girls would not think to look for us
- all six of them!
XIV
We stared in amazement at the terraced house
we stood outside, no Red Lion, no pub, no anything other
than a derelict boarded over house. An elderly man walking
a black Labrador entered on the scene and asked our interest
in the building and before we had chance to answer told
us something that we did not think our minds could cope
with at this moment in time. ‘Used to be a pub this place
in the sixties, landlord did a bunk with a young bird
who used to come in, no one knew who she was or where
either of them went. His missus committed suicide in there
shortly after, been shut ever since.’ The man informed
us before continuing his dog bound duty. We re-entered
the car somewhat confused.
XV
The stereo was up high, the car was touching
seventy, Carl was pissed in the back singing to the music,
me and Mark just looked at each other shocked. As we drove
through the narrow road we saw the headlights coming towards
us. As Mark swerved the steering wheel we saw the hearse
pass by complete with a driver devoid of skin, the car
rolled several times and then blackness and then we were
in a pub, not just any pub, we were in The Red Lion...
XV1
OCTOBER 31ST 1997
Michelle Rogers headed towards Morton to
meet her lover in the Lion after returning from York where
she had been to buy her friend an ouija board as an unusual
birthday present. Her fiancé would never know, he thought
she was in York for the night. Missing the Morton turn
off she drove to Little Halton and spotted The Red Lion.
Believing it to be the pub where her lover awaited, she
entered. It was a strange sort of a pub frequented by
three elderly men sat on wooden benches and three young
men seated around a table, there wasn’t much choice when
it came to drinks either...
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