As was her wont, she'd asked for only the barest outline of the case: an old country mansion being converted into a hotel...something that shouldn't be there...something that was then causing problems and more than problems to the workforce. It sounded straightforward enough, sounded like the standard scenario of an earthbound spirit re-enacting some meaningful ritual. No doubt it would then follow the standard pattern of all such cases: she would identify this spirit, she would make conta...

Millie has a mum with a problem: she muddles her words with often embarrassing results. Millie has a brilliant idea to solve it but it doesn't work. Next step? A brilliantly brilliant idea...

Four friends, one Cookery teacher, one whole year of Cookery lessons - not exactly a match made in Heaven since these same four friends don't actually want to learn Cookery. But how to get themselves thrown out of the class, that's the question. Why, use an ingredient no gourmet chef would ever consider...

But there was one small problem, as there always is one small problem when everything else is just right. She could work it through a thousand times, a million times, and it wouldn't change anything, couldn't change anything, any more than it could change her name or the colour of her hair. Her name would still be Shayla. Her hair would still be blond-with-help-from-a-bottle. And more than that, more than any of that, she would still——be——dead.

Tall Thomas isn't tall, he just likes telling tall stories. Not everyone appreciates them, though, least of all his next-door neighbour, Mrs. Grumblebix, so she decides to put a stop to them. How? Well, she just happens to be a witch...

Lord Mustard has a problem. It's called money - as in he hasn't got any. He's already sold the Rolls Royce, the family silver and the famous portrait of his great-great-great grandfather, and all he has left to sell is an antique cast iron clothes peg, a box of rock-hard chocolates left over from his last birthday and a pair of extra-large earmuffs for keeping out the cold. He has an idea on a new way to make money but needs a few things to help get it off the ground, but who's going to be...

Two friends, one mysterious summons to the esteemed offices of Messrs. Twitchmore and Glumdribble (Experts in Law and Matters Pertaining Thereto), and an equally mysterious bequest. Its nature? What purports to be a magic spell."A spell, friend Toadmix? Yes, very interesting. Any biscuits...?"

Naomi was asleep, and when I say was, I mean was. It was a strange noise that woke her, a scritching and scratching coming from a wall. What could it be? More to the point, who could it be? Whoever it is, they turn out to be remarkably useful in getting rid of less-than-welcome guests...

The real living dead...The hard reality of vengeance...When charity is misplaced...Where guile succeeds where the word of God will not...The importance of balance in the Universe...Pandora misjudged...Easily led, too easily led.Seven tales of the supernatural.

There is no train to check and I'm soon back in the warmth. The mechanical distress I've just witnessed has put from mind the sound of the gibbet, and for this I am grateful. But Captain Ned is not the only one to haunt these moors: there are others. Tales I could tell you of them, their nature and history, but I have one of my own, and to tell it, I must first give short account of this place, this lonely signal-box on this windswept railway line. Only then will you understand the terror ...

Astra Norte is a budding engineer. Her last invention having put her headmaster in hospital, she finds herself being packed off to another planet on a student exchange scheme. The starship she's been booked on, though (by said headmaster and quite deliberately), has seen better days. Her skills will certainly be needed...

Brooman has a little sister, and this little sister is a big problem. There's always a monster under her bed, and always in the middle of the night. And of course, what are big brothers for? Why, waking up and getting rid of the monster, what else!