I was walking down my path today when a yellow tennis ball came rolling past me. I assumed it was the property of George, the Springer Spaniel from next door. I turned round but neither he nor his human were anywhere to be seen, and then I realised that Mrs Next Door was out and the dogs were shut in the house.
Didn’t something like that happen in one of those iconic horror films, like Poltergeist or something?
What was I saying about there being something or somebody around?