The Haunted House

Bill Flynn had bought the haunted house at the end of the road that had been for sale for over a decade.

It was an old stately home, that stood on its own.  There were high metal gates and a long history.  On the top of the roof were gargoyles that looked down on the new family which had moved in.

Two months into occupying the house, his wife Shirley sat him down in the dining room.

She was going grey.

"Last night, the ghost knocked on our door AGAIN!  I can't get any sleep.  Jenny is staying with her friend after her bath filled with blood.  The kitchen pots and pans fly across the room.  I found the cat clutching the ceiling like something had thrown it up there.  WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS?"

Bill sat back and lit up his cigar.  "I don't know what you're complaining about.  We got the house cheap."