Helen is doing a thesis on graffiti. She visits an estate, left to its occupants, vandalised and full of material for her thesis. She gets to speak with a woman who tells her that a crime was committed in the surroundings, and then she meets two others that say that a young man was emasculated. Helen’s friends laugh at these recountings and toss them away, saying they are lies. Helen goes back and learns that a young boy has been killed, and back again, but this time she will not leave the place. This short story gave the basis for the film “The Candyman”. Nicely spooky. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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