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Buy my stepfather s ghost read the e-mail.

So Jude did.

He bought it, in the shape of the dead man s suit, delivered in a heart-shaped box, because he wanted it: because his fans ate up that kind of story. It was perfect for his collection: the genuine skulls and the bones, the real honest-to-God snuff movie, the occult books and all the rest of the paraphanalia that goes along with his kind of hard goth rock.
But the rest of his collection doesn t make the house feel cold. The bones don t make the dogs bark; the movie doesn t make Jude feel as if he s being watched. And none of the artefacts bring a vengeful old ghost with black scribbles over his eyes out of the shadows to chase Jude out of his home, and make him run for his life . . .