That was spooky, but spookier still was the time my wife sat up in bed and stared at me with abject terror in her eyes. It was when I learned that somebody else’s fear can be the most contagious of conditions.
It seems to be the season for it. ‘A Ghost Story for Christmas’ was the generic title of a collection of supernatural offerings put out by the BBC over several years. It’s the time when living alone has questionable charms. And the wind is rising again.