My mum used to go out every night and leave me house alone. I was used to it- my dad had died awhile back anyway. She had been leaving me for quite a few years when I perked up the courage to ask her where she went each night.
"I go out to RedRum," is what she told me. I asked her what this 'RedRum' was and she said it was a drinking bar. That's what I believed for awhile onward. She always came home grinning and looking a bit mental: who could blame her- she was out drinking, right.
The strange this was she never came back smelling of a alcohol. It was a bitter smell- my mum hated bitter wine.
Then one day it hit me. If you spell RedRum backwards...... Well you know what she was doing.
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Stories, Myths and Legends
HorrorMost of these stories are not mine and are written online told by a friend and maybe on occasion ill write my own
