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RESIDENT Ghosts

THE STORY SO FAR: Caroline Watson has hired out the dilapidated Old Rectory to reality show Resident Ghosts in an effort to raise money for renovations. On the night filming is due to start, Caroline takes a call telling her it has been cancelled due to the severe storm that is raging outside. The show’s medium, Hermione Dove, along with the presenter, Emmanuel Hunter, and his assistant, Izzy Tabb, arrive regardless, not knowing filming has been called off. Celebrity guest Will Vincent crashes his motorbike and Caroline’s friend Jessica finds him and brings him back to safety. That evening, the power goes off and Hermione gives Caroline an unsettling reading. Later, everyone is woken by a blood-curdling scream…

Caroline looked at the strangers on her landing and shivered. The candles they carried threw eerie shadows across their faces, but she pushed her unsettling thoughts away.

‘Someone should check on Hermione,’ she said. ‘What if it was her screaming?’

Will nodded. ‘I’ll do it.’

He straightened his shoulders and knocked lightly on the medium’s door. ‘Hermione? Everything OK?’

‘Did you hear that?’ Caroline said. ‘Sounded like whimpering. Perhaps we should go in.’

As Will began to open the door slowly, Emmanuel sucked in his breath.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ he said.

‘Good job

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