by Narrator » Sat Oct 22, 2016 1:09 am
The man who wasn't there was a consistent raving of the addicts in this area of Lambeth. Some described him as a voice, some as an empty coat. Others still as a bearded "Man With No Name", and a rare few as a caveman who hadn't yet learned the decency of a loin cloth, but all of them described him as disappearing and re-appearing which meant he had to have been a ghost as far as they were concerned.
To date, no one had bothered to inspect or check in on these claims as group hallucinations were known to exist even without the presence of narcotics.
All agreed he haunted the one, private room in this horrid squalor and none of them dared to go in for fear of what the man might do to them if they did.
The junkies mostly ignored the two of them until they got close to the room, the door of which was closed to outside distractions. It was then one of them blurted out a warning.
"Don't go in there lassies! You won't like what you find!"