Smoakie Bulle Just after midnight on New Year’s Eve 2000, six months or so ago, my friends and myself were invited into a house across the road from where I live to
Summer 1955 and this child’s fate has already been determined by nature. A child giggles whilst drinking the bath water from an egg cup. It is 1955 and not long since
Beth Thomas always knew her son Adam was different she just couldn’t put her finger on it. At times she grew despondent at his mood swings. Adam was spending more and