As Camille’s body flew through the sky, Rex thought she would have made an excellent acrobat, and was about to say so, but a jagged shard of ceramic sailed right towards his eye with a whoosh.

When the Phantastic Apparition Social Society rushed out of the library and into the music room, they expected to discover a gruesome scene, but it was still a shock to find Polly hanging from a harp with a violin bow around her neck, her feet plucking out a very erratic tune as they brushed against the strings.

When Shaughnessy’s head met the sharp, brass mount of an antique globe, it was the first time the group had really known silence. It felt a bit odd.

Everyone watched a blue wash cover Mildred’s face and her body collapse like a rag doll, if a rag doll wore a very expensive gown and sparkling jewels. 

Vincenzo’s spoon was halfway to his mouth when the steak knife plummeted from the opulently painted ceiling with a direct course towards his head. 

Through the dark, twisted shadows of an overgrown forest, with tree branches that clawed through the mist like a skeletal ballet ensemble, was a house on a hill, that some might say was abandoned. That is, if you didn’t count the ghosts.