Last weekend my friend Flick was home alone. She went to bed, woke up in the morning, and found a man’s black sock in the middle of her bedroom floor.

It hadn’t been there when she went to sleep. There was nobody else in the house. (She did a thorough search). There was no clue to how it got there. It had just appeared.

This weekend I was home alone. Sat on the sofa watching tv, spotted something on the floor under the other sofa. Something that hadn’t been there the million others times I’d sat there and watched tv.

I carefully fished it out from under the sofa, using a long pole, cautious in case it was a huge spider, snake, or vampire. It wasn’t. It was much more terrifying…

It hadn’t been there last time I looked, there was nobody else in the house. There was no clue to how it got there. It wasn’t one of mine.

it was a man’s black sock.

There’s something sinister going on