I saw it when I was just a little girl. A blue box with a man in it who dresses almost like a kid himself.
No one believed me when I said it disappeared into thin air or that a bunch of people fit into it at one time. They all said I was mad but I know what I saw. That blue box will stick with me for the rest of my life.
I saw it at university on my way home from a party. I thought someone had put something in my drink at first. I mean what sane person sees disappearing police boxes?
But I saw it for sure and I'll never forget it. The disappearing blue box.
My grandad saw it once. I thought he was just seeing things again but then I saw it. It just appeared across the street in front of the blue house.
And it kept coming back over and over and then leaving again. But it stopped coming one day. I never thought I'd miss it.
The blue box left quite a mark on me.
It came all the time. Setting off the alarms and causing a panic.
Whoever was in that box knew how to break into a prison.
I knew it kept taking the same prisoner away every time it came but I always turned a blind eye. She was always back before anyone knew she was gone anyway.
Even after it stopped coming I never forgot it.
Who could forget a reappearing blue box?