The canterville ghost

Then he smashed the bottle of oil onto the floor and fled down the corridor, howling.

Sir Simon felt a rush of air as the pillow whizzed past his head.

we're not scared of you

He was furious and grumbled.

The twins grinned.

The ghost was plotting his revenge.

perfect! the ripped sheet and the rusty dagger.

he crept stealthily into the corridor.

he let out a wail of terror.