At TFL, we're making journeys safer for everyone, and that includes improving safety on London's roads.

That's why we and London boroughs are lowering more speed limits to 20 miles per hour,

because 20 miles per hour roads have already reduced collisions resulting in deaths or

serious injuries by 24%. That is how we're making journeys in London safer and brighter for everyone.

Such TFL improvement plan to the Mayor of London and TFL every journey matters.

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My life has always been touched by the odd and unexplainable, but this is potentially the most

chilling story I have to offer. Throughout my entire childhood, I was haunted for lack of a

better word by a shadow figure that I have since come to learn is commonly known as the Hatman.

My parents often recounted stories of me having night terrors, where I would start shrieking at

the top of my lungs. Eyes wide open, but totally asleep. Dad said I wouldn't stop until he

said the Lord's prayer over me. My mom even swears that one night while she was lying in bed,

she saw a tall man in an overcoat and hat walk into my room. She had a clear view into my room

from her bed. Panicked, she jumped out of bed and ran into my room. Only to see a strange white

mist hovering over my body. As soon as she approached my bedside, it disappeared.

I didn't start to see the Hatman myself until high school. He would pay me frequent visits at night,

often standing in my doorway or by the foot of my bed. I often had experiences where I would both

feel and see the weight of someone sitting on my bed, depressing the covers, or would feel someone

grab my feet. I would often hear my name called, sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout that

jolted me awake. More than once, my entire mattress was pushed hard enough to rattle my bed frame

and jingle the martial arts metals that were hanging over my head. The experiences got more

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