When Aubrey Marchant's engagement to Eleanor Maydew was announced to his friends, he received mixed blessings.
'The Maydews are a bohemian lot - not many servants, even before the War.'
'Keen on brown bread and vegetables - don't expect too much in the way of creature comforts.'
'Brave chap, I am sure you'll find the country air bracing.'
'And Eleanor comes of good stock, too. Never mind the burst water pipes.'
Aubrey managed to shrug off most of these under a jocular guise. One of his closest friends however, let slip something that would come back to him later.
'I wouldn't mind the rest of it - only I believe it may be a House of Spirits. Hope you can sleep all right at nights.'
Aubrey laughed at the time. "
A crowded house party - with more guests on the way. Despite instructions to the contrary, the older part of the house is opened up . . .and something is inadvertently let out, to wreak mild havoc and insanity on the Maydews and their guests. That nasty incident involving Eleanor, followed by unpleasantness over Penny's dress, and what is it Aubrey can hear, on the outer edge of his dreams?
Hysteria, missed cocktails, and something nasty in the attic.
Snrrip, snrrip. Snip, snap.
Even the rats run away.
A tongue-in-cheek ghost tale, almost not quite long enough to qualify as a novelette, created in celebration of M.R.James's 150th anniversary.