On the turner cresent in otley, leeds lived a man.
A man that was not normal, he sat on his garden wall slowly waitng for children to come past
he had a caravan, an old, rusty and dirty one, they say that he locks children in their, who knows what he did to them?
He sometimes sat on his wall, he chased children down the road.
he locked his daughter in his caravan, they say he still waits right now.
there has been many sightings of him this is no joke