A Yorkshire Horror Story

A true story of how a short break in a charming Yorkshire village turned to bloody horror.

I’m covered in blood. I don’t know why.

Concussed

When I woke I touched the side of my head gently. Dried blood. The pain was intense. Like a visit by the mother of all hangovers.

When I woke I touched the side of my head gently. Dried blood. The pain was intense. Like a visit by the mother of all hangovers.

Wearing only a paper gown tied at the back, I climbed onto the cold radiography table. I rolled onto my side into the foetal position as instructed.

On a dark country lane in East Yorkshire in 1983, I discovered what happens to the human body when it is hit by a car travelling at 80 km per hour.

On a dark country lane in East Yorkshire in 1983, I was hit by a car travelling at 80 km per hour. I was 16 years old.