Many times, since I was very young, people would ask me about my ‘strange little pet‘…
Cutting a very long story short, I didn’t have any pets let alone a ‘strange little one‘! Yet people would insist they’d seen one close to me, or within my home.
They weren’t ever big as such, not like horse size or anything, but mostly the size of a medium sized dog.
And even though the description was never the same – it varied from a big hedgehog running on its back legs – to a cat-like-monkey-thing asleep on my stairs.
I’d even seen a sort of monkey thing myself- very briefly – swinging from my kitchen ceiling.
The only things they seemed to have in common, was they all had shaggy brown coats, and that they very soon disappeared!
I told John* all about that, and he was aware of some of the other (unconnected?) things that quite often happened to me, and he said, quite matter-of-factly,
“It seems to me like you’ve got a Boggart caught up in your aura!”
Well, I certainly didn’t expect anything like that! But what John didn’t know was that for the first 10 years of my life, we’d lived in a big clough** in Manchester – Boggart Hole Clough.
I’d spent many hours in that clough, among the trees etc, hiding away from my family!
And in fact that clough always felt more like home to me – I felt like I was among friends whilst in there…
Adrienne, United Kingdom.
** Clough = a steep valley or ravine.