Leggings: bad nites - witches n wizards edited

More uncomfortable nights follow. The noise shrills out insistently. Often appears that there are several devices at work. I associate the noise with one young woman and her child? Where they are I don't know. They are waiting on something arriving -

in the name of Moore – which she uses.

Around 7.am I'm drowsing on the sofa, the noise is deafening near the bed. A young man flies away from the building.

She yells at him, “Kill her then! We've been at it all year. No one will care!”

He says ashamedly, “I'm not killing her – I should have given it to her in the first place.”

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Voices from upstairs the daughter of Wat who turns daily and the anglicized Irish woman. Older, surer, witches! “We are better than her. We deserve everything. We chose the name of Moore – we like to make sure she'll get no pleasure out of it....”

I consider as I move from the sofa, I never legally changed my name from Moore – yet I cannot use it. It has become to mean

Mussolini again. With this dastardly plot and intrigue, bubble bubble brew and plot! Let the hangman have the lot!

The young Moore woman has moved to another location, the noise shrills from there again. I wonder if she broadcasts it on purpose instead of thought – the devil has perhaps given her a gift.

Male voices now the warlocks are talking it over, “He's facing court martial already since they got the lot in B, Norwich.”

“Yes, they planned to kill her over there, only she won't move - “

Beware the man who talks to your neighbour! No matter how well meaning it sounds, remember the meat is never spoken too!

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There is another nasty little tale which is making its way around Norfolk, about a foreign man who was making a house out of bricks next to a field. Lovely location. Not crowded. It's not quite finished and its been left under protecting panels for the moment.

The storytellers say he was building it because he loved someone. One day he looked out of the window into the field and saw something dreadful. No one knows what he saw. He was so upset that he went home – to his own country where he is well known.

Yet now he cannot work, cannot face life - who did this to him? And why? Perhaps Ribbit or the Duke can help fix this one....