Here's another one she and I shared!
She had this boyfriend who lived in a basement flat of an old converted Victorian house. The flat has this little door in the bedroom, like a sort of space, we never wanted to find out to what.
Anyhow, my mate, P, never liked that place or that door. She said she'd dream it was open or dream of a boy inside it. She was glad when he decided to move out.
Well, I went over there to help them clean it out so he could get his deposit back.
She was doing the hoovering. We ran out of cigarettes, so the boyfriend and I decided to walk to a nearby Spar-type shop to get some more.
When we got back, she was on the porch.
She'd been hoovering the bedroom and the hoover kept cutting out, but it was still plugged in.
The third time it did that, she turned to the socket, and the little door was standing open, too.
She bailed.
Come to find out, the original owners of the mansion had a son who was obviously disabled in some way and shut him up in that space for who knows how long till he died.