An Adventurer's Mate

A blog of adventure, tales of daring, and all the thrills and spills of my life!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

"Where's Spooky?"

I spent last night sitting in the shed of a large three-bedroom semi-detacthed house in Kent.
I was with Clive, the owner of the house, his daughter Megan and their dog, Dave.

I arrived at their charming home at some time in the afternoon and we soon got down to business.
They told me all about their haunting, and how it had started one late November night last year.

Apparently, "Spooky" is a spirit who has yet to find a host.
He came to this house last year, and spent two weeks trapped in Clive's wine rack before anyone noticed there was something odd going on.
He is, actually, very harmless. He even helped the son of the family, Robin, win his end-of-term poetry reading. I don't quite understand how, but it had something to do with a gust of wind.
The only person he doesn't seem to agree with is the mum, Mum (I haven't heard her name yet, and I was a little too shy to ask). He appeared at the end of January in the toilet bowl just as she went to use it and... well, you can guess the rest.

Anyway, he seems harmless. They had, infact, started to treat him as another pet. Dave the dog was a little put out at first but even he has warmed to Spooky's cold undead charms.

The reason I had been called here was because they hadn't seen or heard from the little guy in over a week.
Previously, he had been seen by at least one member of the family on a daily basis.
So, his sudden absence was seen as suspicious.

I spent the rest of the afternoon using my hi-tec ghost hunting tools (bought from a mail order firm on a "pay now, pay more later" basis) to survey the house. Unfortunatley, I found no sign of Spooky or anything else other-worldly.

So, Clive and the others sat with me in the shed because they knew that Spooky always emerged first from a hole in the bottom of the garden.
We sat all night, sipping a weak lemony drink, and waited.
And... nothing.

Come morning, there was only one question to be asked;
Where's Spooky?

Monday, May 08, 2006

Ghost Hunting

I've become a ghost buster!

Well, a ghost hunter, anyway.

Over the past few months, while recovering from the incident that I'll only ever refer to as 'Deadfast vs. The Scottish Nation', I have been watching a lot of "Living TV".
Especially the spiritualists and ghost-hunters such as Dereck Accorah, Gordon Smith, and Shirley Ghostman.
These people talk to the dead, or communicate with spirits, or whatever it is that they do.
It doesn't look that hard... although I don't have an Indian spirit guide, which seems to be the fashionable thing to have.
However, I do have an Italian friend who owns a bar... I'm not sure if that's close enough!
And, now that I think about it, Paulo is a little odd.
Last time I saw him he was trying to prop-up the Leaning Tower of Pisa with his bare hands....

Anyway.
I've been in touch with some old contacts (you forget; I did pretty much all of Deadfast's correspondance...) and I've set myself up in a small office in London.
Nothing fancy.

I've receieved a phonecall from a concerned family in Kent, claiming to be haunted by a ghost that goes by the name of "Spooky".

The adventure is afoot....

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Out On My Own

Sorry it's been such a long while since I "blogged", but I have branched-out on my own, as it were, and am no longer having adventures with the one we call Deadfast.

I still talk to him, but since the court case it has become difficult.

Anyway, I'll be back on here soon... stay tuned, Walter-fans!