Viv Ballantoni-Kesicke

I walked through Buckout Road in the early 60’s at night on a dear I was left sitting on the wall where the old. Cemetery is.

I remember the talE about Lady Buckout. Well I heard a noise the sound was a faint voice, I did not stay there long I ran so fast I lost one of my shoes.

We had to go back for it My Friends were down the road. We went back again and there was always a feeling that someone was watching you.

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