It sadly does seem unlikely Belfield committed the Russell killings. I have recorded a series about that, but I don't have the strength to watch it yet. I feel a tie with Josie Russell as I wrote and drew a book for her after the attack. I got the loveliest letter back from her dad; I still have it.
Anyway. I have just caught up with this thread and feel such despair and sadness at what everyone who posted has gone through. There are so many little ones I wish I could put my arms around (and big ones, too). Thank you all for sharing your stories. Even if the only people you've told are those on this board, you have shown great courage.
I am extraordinarily lucky in that not very many unpleasant things have happened to me. The worst didn't even affect me; when I was at middle school we had an English teacher who I really liked. He was very charismatic and funny but he could get cross and one thing we used to joke about was that if you were naughty you got locked in his store cupboard. He left school very suddenly after one year and it turned out he'd been allowing children to have underage sex at his house. That was bad enough but about 4 years ago he was uncovered as one of the UK's most polific paedophiles and had abused boys at our school. He had raped one repeatedly in his store cupboard. These boys bravely told the police a few years ago and he was locked away having been found in Thailand abusing children there. When I found out I cried and cried for those boys and all they had gone through. It makes me feel sick.
For a bit of light relief: the other thing that happened was I parked in a local beauty spot one evening. Shortly afterwards another car parked next to me. This annoyed me so I moved further away. Then a second car turned up and parked next to me. I thought they were drug-dealers who wanted to scare me away so I decided not to move ON PRINCIPLE. I had an MP3 player attached to a tape deck in my car (it was an old car!); I was listening to it, but dropped it and turned my interior light on to find the player - then turned it off again. At which point one of the cars next to me reversed and flashed its lights at me! I nearly died of fright. Then another car appeared so there were 4 of us all in a row sitting there like lemons so I decided I'd leave the drug dealers to it and I moved into a side car park, but then one of the cars followed me. I lost my nerve and sped off down the hill. At the bottom of the hill was a kid on one of those stupid scooter things which makes an infuriating noise; when I moved off he followed and kept up close behind me. I had had enough by this point so I slowed down until he was right up behind me, then braked and squirted him with windscreen washer. He wobbled about on his scooter then pissed off. I was livid and drove back into town then rang my friend to tell him I was going to report the drug dealers to the police. My friend fell about laughing and told me that they were doggers, and I had been giving off signals by moving my car and turning my lights on and off! Apparently I had been parked in a "hot dogging spot" but I am pleased that they gate it off at night so you can't go dogging up there any longer.
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I really needed to read this story. It made me laugh out loud!