He spent at least an hour looking for the small screwdriver he knew he had - and was certain he'd left in the top drawer of his desk. He needed to mend his watch - a gift from his sister - which had worked

Harry was a sympathetic ghost. Not like the poltergeist in number 33 - that one was a troublemaker. Harry had been in the basement of number 21 Enfield Place for a few decades now. He had lost the ability

When it came the whole house shuddered and the urn containing Grandmother fell off the mantle piece and scattered her all over the living room floor. It might have been funny in another time. Cowering

When he entered the dining room he kept his head low. Although he couldn't see the reaction - staring at his shoes as he shuffled up to the serving hatch - he could feel the change in atmosphere. The volume

When he first met The Undead Bride he didn't know who they were. Just a bunch of punks who needed a shower and a haircut, his father would have said. Jim wouldn't have said that, of course. He was younger

Down in the subway, is where he lurks. Sometimes, when it is dark and cold he comes up nearer the surface. But this has become rare. It is not so dark and cold these days. The light hurts his eyes, and

Kipper groaned as the door swung open and the odour of cooking hit him in the face like a sock full of rocks. "Beetle oil," he muttered under his breath. "Again with the beetle oil."