Okay... Finally I've met up with Robbie, but... We have other company too.
About five minutes before Rob showed up in his wickedly sporty Ford K.A (Yes I'm being somewhat sarcastic); I heard someone, something... Roaming the streets. It was definitely a "person" it had a voice.
It was calling out, calling for help, for 'anybody!?' I... I shuffled out to see if I could find the person but nobody was around and then, I heard what I thought was TONS of people getting off a tube train downstairs... I panicked.
Then there were footsteps, running behind me. Running AT ME! And that's when the car, with Robbie, came speeding around the corner and smacked straight into, whatever was there... I mean, he didn't mean to, that much I can attest to.
The car lost control for a mere moment and then something slammed against the car but I, I couldn't see what it was and Robbie said he didn't see anything until, as he put it "Those last bloody seconds!"... We both heard it though; heard it yell (more like swore to be honest) And then heard the pounding footsteps edging away from us...
We're back at the BBC now. It's gone one in the morning, in fact it's almost 2am. We're trying to stay as 'far back' from the main street as we can at the moment so as not to need lights on, God knows what the thing was...
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