A new house, a new school but the same old situation. Beatrice had moved again and now finds herself stay at "Crawly Hall". After bumping into two bullies at her new school, things didn't seem to be going well. Then she made friends with a bee. How will things turn out? Listen and find out!

Poor Harvey has to spend his weekend at his Grandma's house. Unfortunately, it isn't the dull evening he was expecting ... what is up with Grandma?

Something very strange is lurking in the well ... Maybe they're friendly ... or maybe not ... mIflTKopWghZmAgKRBh0 

Hubert was desperate to be a magician but has he gone one trick too far ...?

Poor old Saint Nick is in a bit of trouble ... But maybe Christmas can be saved ... but I doubt it ...

Can you hear that? The rustling in the bushes? The scratching at the doors? There is something outside ...

Windows blackened like bruised eye lids Rocks thrown by neighbourhood kids Tiles flaking like clay dandruff Left derelict,  it had enough With a heave and crunch of masonry The House was no longer stationary Unhinged, the door flapped wide An empty stomach hidden inside The hall carpet lolled like a tongue Broken pipes and cables hung It shuffled down the vacant street Slowly, on splintered makeshift feet It looked at rows of beautiful homes The warm glow of life it had never known It wanted, no needed occupants Whether willing or resistant It creaked and groaned as it made its way Scooped up dog walkers, business talkers starting their day It gobbled a crowd waiting for the bus A whole old residence home (they made no fuss) A playground of smoking teens Old or young, anyone that was seen They rolled down its dusty, cobwebbed hall To fill the abode from wall to wall Now full to the brim the town stood silent It never intended to be so violent But after standing so alone It needed some bodies to call it home

I would like you to meet a good friend of mine ... The scarecrow Firstly, I'd like to begin That scaring old crows is a bore You barely have to even flash them a grin And they've gone belly up on the floor But children, on the other hand I take pride with the thrill and delight When I see them, I strike up the band I like when a scare puts up a fight They cut through my field and over my crop As a dare, as a joke or a prank But every time they seem to stop When they see me their faces go blank A sack you see, makes up my head Inside is stuffed with straw An old jacket, some trousers make up my body and legs Propped up by pole in the floor First I just swing in the wind for a while Just to set up what is to come next A flap of the jacket and flash them a smile I can tell by their face they're perplexed Then they look past me and see row upon row Of the children that have come before And how they're all now little scarecrows Propped up by their own pole in the floor Then they look back but alas I am gone They'll panic and scream and then run But they'll run deeper  (oh this one's a keeper) I'll smile again, oh what fun I let them run wild in a frantic blind daze Until they're all tired out At this point they are lost deep in the maze All filled with fear and doubt Then they spot my old woven sack As it flits behind forests of stalks I'm shocked they don't have a heart attack Like a mouse when it sees a fierce hawk Now back at my post, I don't mean to boast My crow kids are looking divine Add one more to the pack with their new burlap sack They used to be yours now their mine So if you are walking down by my field Pop in and just say hello Send your kids in, if thats how you feel I can add them to my scarecrow row

Are you afraid of the dark? Well you should be! There is something so magically treacherous about its blackened sheets that envelope us. Turning things we trust into things we FEAR! The Nightmare "Mummm" he screamed until his lungs were sore His blankets wrapped tight like a suit of armour He scanned the contents of his floor And prayed that as she entered it wouldn't harm her "Yes" a reply floated through through the key hole "Are you alright in there my dear" Other than something wanting to swallow him whole He was having the time of his life in here The light flicked on Shadows dispersed Monsters gone But he still feared the worst "It was there I swear, long just like a snake" Mum smiled and tried to hold in a sigh "Are you sure you haven't made a mistake" As she recovered his school neck tie He pouted , "that's not what I meant" Arms crossed, head down, eyes set "Before you came in, it must have went" She patted his arm, "Don't get upset" "Anywhere else that they could be?" He nodded and pointed to the cupboard She stood and crossed the room elegantly Opened the door, he waited to see what she discovered. "It was tall, and long with claws on each hand" Mum laughed and gave him a wink She pulled out a jumper with torn sleeves in long strands "Is that what you saw do you think?" "No no no, this is all just so wrong These things only come out at night Maybe they'll all be hidden just as long we leave on the light" With two long strides And a flick of the wrist Mum's smile was wide "Well if you insist" Now in the dark "Explain them again" He went from the start Things went quiet, but then "It had long sinewy arms" Mum started to shake "And claws that could harm" Her bones clicked and took shape "Teeth long, eyes red" Her jaws began to stretch "No ears but holes instead" She obliged with each breath The list went on and as he looked up He felt foolish for believing these Night scares He started to speak but then he shut up By the door, listening close was … the nightmare.

I seem to have lost my pet jaguar. Can you help me find it? Yours sincerely, Sie Sinister