This account comes in Ray Loveday’s supplement and describes Paul’s experience of growing up with the hikeys around as night bogeys near Dereham in Norfolk.

I grew up in the 1980s in a small group of cottages with some livestock. So, winter evenings, me or my brother would head up to cover rabbits up or shut chickens away after dark. My Nanna, a weekly visitor, would often say to us, ‘I don’t know how you dare go up there with those Hikey Sprikes’ or ‘Be you careful them Hikey Sprikes don’t get you!’ I don’t think there was ever an explanation of what a Hikey Sprike is. But I can remember running up the path past the open doors of the cottage coal sheds expecting a goblin or something to jump out! (Loveday 2010, 3)