Aidan Chambers - Last Respects Aidan Chambers - Seeing Is Believing Aidan Chambers - Nancy Tucker's Ghost Aidan Chambers - Dead Trouble Aidan Chambers - The House Of The Skull Brian Morse - We'll Always Have Tommy Aidan Chambers - The Ghost, The Girl And The Gold Aidan Chambers - Murder Will Out Brian Morse - The Haunted Honeymoon
Blurb: Seeing Is Believing - as Pamela Lockwood learned to her horror. We'll Always Have Tommy - or so Len and his wife thought, till Tommy had them. Last Respects - when a man visits his dead relation. Or was he dead after all? The House Of The Skull - a place once peaceful, but peaceful no more. The skull saw to that and grinned. Dead Trouble - for a ghost out haunting. Not funny for him, poor spook, but side-splitting for everybody else.
Revisiting Ghosts 2 for first time in about a century. Aiden Chambers' several contributions are a grab-bag of original fiction, 'true' ghost stories and folklore. However, it's his co-contributor who impresses.
Brian Morse - The Haunted Honeymoon: A nightmarish first 48 hours of married life for Alice and Len when they drive out to her late Grandmother's secluded cottage in the Cotswolds. Alice was born illegitimate - her mother died three days later - and Granny, who despised the child for her mother's "sin," shut her away from the outside world. Dead she may be, but Gran has no intention of letting Alice bed down with a disgusting man! Much Poltergeist activity. Commendably downbeat for a "children's book" of the time, as is:
Brian Morse - We'll Always Have Tommy: After his death in a collision with a lorry caused by his father's drink driving, Tommy's ghost returns home to comfort his mother - or so she likes to think. In truth, he wishes her out of the way. Dad was always his favourite. Tommy is a bit of a rotter.
Aidan Chambers - Last Respects: Mr. John Howard Clayton, very upset that nobody has come to view him in the chapel of rest at Middleton's Funeral parlour, pays a visit in person - or rather, his ghost does. Narrated by the undertaker's fifteen year old son.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.