If there’s something strange

In your remote, isolated, creepy old english mansion

Who you gonna call…?

The solicitors!

Are you mad?

Because this solicitor has had no training in fighting ghosts whatsoever. He doesn’t have a doctorate, he doesn’t have an un-tested, un-licenced nuclear accelerator on his back. He’s got a dog. A little dog. That runs away.

He doesn’t know how to use a fireplace, he can’t swim, can’t follow instructions, and wouldn’t recognise a hint if it broke into his hotel room and climbed into bed with him.

Which it does.

Honestly, this complete amateur doesn’t stand a ghost of a chance.