So come on then, what did you do? When you came face to face, or shadow to
shadow, with a ghost? Or what would you do? Sure, we can all be that brave
when we’re out of our pyjamas.
Yeah, well, neither did I. That loud, get-me-out-of-here voice exploding in my head somehow sidestepped my mouth that was too parrot-cage dry to even think
about whooping up some wild protest.
Surprising really, seeing as all I ever heard at my grandmother’s house in rural Ireland were stories about ghosts. But that’s what you get when a big Irish
family takes the likes of me – born in the UK and now living in Oxford – back
home each summer to show me off or, at least, hoping I didn’t show them up. (I
wasn’t always this insanely sensible, you know!) A magical place, surrounded
by country lanes smothered in the blackest oblivion of darkness at night. And
what ghost could resist that?
Not Sethaliss, that’s for sure.
So give him a click. I bet (absolutely, no chance), he’ll give you a splendid Grey Ghost welcome!