Reading on. The It Happened To Me thing where strange things happen to the science student who ends up on the fringes of the nuclear power industry and speculates, in passing, on the potential for odd things happening in that environment. Readers might be interested in Sir Terry Pratchett, who worked as a press officer for the electricity generating company and who sometimes had to interpret events at nuclear power plants for the general public. In one of his collections of non-Discworld writings, Terry tells a few stories (all the time regretting somebody else got in there first and wrote the definitive book on odd things at nuke plants- I'll need to locate the quote and add the name and title).
Terry ruefully said that with somebody else having beaten him to it and in his opinion having written the definitive text, there really wasn't a point in TP compiling his own stories - but he discussed a couple of stand-out events. one was the Haunted Pixie Mound just outside a power plant, where to excavate or interfere with the artificial hill meant a terrible lingering death at the hands of affronted fairies. The nuclear engineers said, in sober seriousness and with straight faces, that this had to be taken into account during the construction of the reactor plant as a very important design consideration.
"So we built a nuclear reactor on a haunted site associated with myths of bad-tempered Elves?" Terry asked, touching metal. Also wondering how to spin this one for PR if excitable people found out about it and started making a nuisance of themselves. He visualised bus-loads of hippies and unworldly fairy groupies and perhaps more serious Fortean investigators turning up. (TP may well have been an FT reader - he alludes a lot)
"Well...." said the engineers. It turned out that during construction, an entire JCB digger, the one with the spade and shovel attachment, had become so dangerously contaminated with radiation that it had been deemed most cost-effective to bury the whole thing and then entomb it in thirty feet of earth. This was known, as a private joke to engineers on site, as the Fairy Mound. They speculated as to whether calling it this had been a fairy-trap - that they'd made (and named) a sort of bird-box, a home for elves looking for a mound to colonise, and whether if, when the circumstances were right, on a full-moon night a glowing fairy chariot might burst out of the hill to go on a joy ride. Or whether the whispered tale might mutate and take on life in the local community, as a local piece of folklore of great antiquity, started perhaps ten years ago by themselves, and if so, what time-hallowed centuries-old legend might emerge.....