Today I thought I would tell yas all a kinda ghost story but its not — if ya get what I mean. Its a ghost story but there are no ghosts in it. That sounds odd but its supposed to be true like. It happened to a bobby called Frank who was meeting his wife in Liverpool to do some shopping. She said she would meet him in Dillons Bookshop in Bold Street after he had finished working in Birkenhead. So when Frank finished work he got the train over to James Street and started walking through town up towards Bold Street.