23rd September. The House of The Phantoms.

`If I had a million dollars I would buy the house from my cousin` confided Isabelles mother. The farmhouse in question, now a holiday let, was built about 130 years ago by Isabelles Great-Great-Grandfather, Napoleon Gendreau. The house is essentially in the middle of nowhere, on the border with the U.S.

Personally I spent a night untroubled by any supernatural happenings apart from the usual mysterious disappearance of the duvet by first light. The story goes that Isabelles Grandmother as a young person was witness to the woman down the road paying a visit to tuck her in at night. Needless to say the woman down the road had just shuffled off this mortal coil a few days previously...

Then there was also the tragic accident of Isabelles Great Aunt Alfeda who slipped on some ice incurring a head injury in the days before CAT Scans. After being carted back into the house she died shortly after, silently screaming, aged only sixteen...

Luckily, for us, some holidaying healers recently invited any remaining restless spirits to vacate the premises `tout de suite`.