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....