"Oh that Aleister Crowley", my (fictional) grand-aunt usedn't to say, "He was an awful man entirely!"

"Wicked, he was", she usedn't go on, "Pure wicked. The baldy head on him and the bulging eyes. He'd …

Session number seven of our spooky story club sees us bid adieu to devilish monkeys and whisper a panicked hello to the awesome spirits of nature.

Leading us on this (not so) merry dance will …