“So, you’re telling me, said Jackie to Peter. “I’ve just been walking around this Hall, alone, with a 17th Century witch!”

“Warlock mum, that’s what they could a male witch. Anyway, I was with you.” Graham said reassuring his mother.

“No disrespect sweetheart, but you’re hardly Jean-Claude Van Damme.”

“Who?” said Lucy, butting in.

Both Sir Isaac and Lady Catherine reappeared back in the lounge after visiting the family cemetery.

“Well?” said the Chambers.

“Lily had been at the grave, like what Lucy said. Her spectre footprints where still visible.

“But nowhere else?” asked Jackie.

“I’m afraid its looking like she may have been…”

“…captured!” said the Shadow Flicker.

His sudden appearance made Jackie scream and the others huddle together. Except for Sir Isaac and Lady Catherine, who didn’t bother to hide this time. They both fanned out cornering the warlock, “What have you done with our daughter?”

The Shadow Flicker gave a laugh that sounded like a thousand screaming hell hounds. Then opening his coat, he exposed a large black hole in the middle of his chest. Plunging his hand inside, he pulled out a large bell jar. Inside they could see a grey swirling fog. Then Lady Catherine howled as the face of Lily appeared out of the fog!

“My heart...