Hello again my children. I am feeling a faddle bit tumphly tonight; this story may get rawther strange I’m afraid. We shall keep it brief.   Oh there it is again. The Bump.   So we shall begin.   Sir Opus Winslow, Baronet, had a hard time composing himself after his brief episode in the [...]

    Boo.   Did I scare you? No matter. Well, here we are again my children. Here we are yet again. Tonight shall be a faddle bit longer than last night. I have much more to tell you.   … Ah.   Did you hear the bump? That must mean I should be beginning. [...]

You are tired, my children. Your eyelids are heavy. Your pillow looks quite inviting. Go on now, pull those blankets closer. It is a cold night out there. And dark. But you are safe in here. Or at least… that’s what they say. All settled? Good.   But what was that?   A bump… in [...]