Well remember Michael "The Man in Black" with Valentine Dyall. Used to sit, hunched up near the radio biting my nails in fearful fascination at the horrors being narrated in his eerie sepulchral voice and then lie in bed with the blankets pulled over my head. Had I known at that tender age the house was reputed to have been haunted, I learned later in life, I would have been doubly scared! My mother saw a little old lady sitting on her bed one day and in the early hours on another occasion, when I had left home, the chairs from the dining set had been overturned with a resounding crash for no earthly reason. My dear old dad, a 14th Army Burma Veteran refused to even go downstairs to investigate "I've heard worse than that in my time!" he said "Might be earth tremors."