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Loulou is travelling to England to stay in a haunted house and defeat another Machiavellian plotter (male of course). But how will our heroine fare? And will the resident ghosts make her feel at home or send shivers down her spine? Perhaps our voice from the past may make sense of all this?
Hello out there… Oliver Just is my name and I am a watcher, that’s all I can do. I was born in 1656 in Anlaby, a small village near a city called Kingston upon Hull. My end was in 1666, in the Old Hall chimney. Since then I have existed on the upstairs level of the Hall, observing the people downstairs as they live their lives. I miss eating most; crunching, biting, slurping, chewing and the touch of another warm blooded being. Running in the wind too. I don’t miss the sadness and pain. Studying the present Hall inhabitants for many moons, I have learnt about technology and with great effort and concentration I borrow what I believe is called a tablet and command it to write. It’s all about focusing energy. My best friend here is Emily who joined me upstairs in 1860, at the ripe old age of 5. There are others here too; many travel a lot to catch up on the lives of their genetic offspring but Emily and I play here, in the Old Hall.
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