The story I am about to tell you happened in the middle of
London. The story did not happen to me personally but to a
close relative of mine.
He was out shopping and wanted to buy a book, he wandered
down a little alleyway and there was a few shops but no
people walking about which for the heart of London isn't
normal as it is so busy.
There was a barber shop and a spiral staircase leading downwards to a small very old
bookshop. Inside the bookshop he approached a little old woman with white hair
and seemed to be around 50 to 60 years old. He enquired
about a book which she went to look for. While waiting
rather a long time for the old woman to return, he found a
old battered book called "The Betty Book". The woman returned
and told him she did not have the book he asked for so he
bought the Betty Book instead. He found this very amusing
for Betty was his wife's name.
The woman charged him £10
for the book and he paid then left. He decided to go to get
a drink but when he arrived at the pub he found that he had
2 £10 notes instead of 1, he felt bad for not paying the
woman so decided to go back and give her the money. He
turned down the same alleyway and walked down the spiral
staircase only to find the shop was not there? He climbed
the stairs and walked into the barbers, he told the barber
that he had just been down to the bookshop and had not paid
the woman, the barber looked at him at then told him that
the bookshop had been closed for at least 40 years, he
even described the old woman down to last detail. My uncle
left shaken and to this day still will not even talk about
Recently I have seen the book and it has a weird
similarity with names and dates to my families history.
Thank for reading this story.