The jars of pickle were kept at the back of the cellar. Of course. They wouldn’t be conveniently positioned at the bottom of the stairs. That would be far too easy. I’d already heard the jokes about the ghost. The one nobody ever saw, but everyone had heard…
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A young adult love story with the odd ghost and some very petulant curtains. Out now on Amazon.
A short guide to the art of curtain-twitching.