Hell Hound On My Tail

All those years of watching late night horrors and listening to 'The Devil's music' has caught-up on me.

Regardless of the rain, this morning, Ems and I extended our walk to take-in Abney Park Cemetary -- something we habitually do nowadays (see earlier entry).

Maybe it was the fact that I was soaked and cold, maybe I'm just over sensitive this weekend with bad weather and even worse football.

Whatever. Early-on into the cemetary, I was overtaken by heavy goose-bumps, a strong feeling of static electricity and the sense that there was someone/something at my back. It was most uncomfortable and like a wuss, I high-tailed it outta there.

Pooch, though, didn't seem overly perturbed. But then, they do say that dogs have a keener sense to these things than we. She probably spends all her waking hours 'seeing dead people' and to her, Abney Park is always like some sort of Piccadilly Circus for the departed.

Anyway, next weekend, I'm insisting that P comes along to hold my hand.


...Boo!