'Sorry about the lights, mate, and 'she said, 'bloody place is fall...' As the lights came back on she was alone. Her heart began to beat faster and she looked around, checking behind the bar. She stood totally confused. ''But he was standing just there, wasn't he?' She shivered again and collected the tills from the bar. They had to be cashed up and put in the cellar safe. The manager was away at a meeting in London and she felt proud that, at twenty-two years old, she was in charge, and lifted her head up as she walked towards the cellar door. There was that sound, a soft thud and a jingle of metal. It was coming from the stairs. She listened again ... Someone was walking slowly up to the first floor. It sounded like someone very drunk. Just at that very moment, Rachel came crashing through the cellar door, singing and smiling. Her heart missed four beats. 'Flippen 'ell girl, was that bloody spooky or what? There I was with me knicks round me ankles, just about to park me arse on the pan, and blamm... pitch black.' She laughed. Clare came crashing back to reality. 'Talk about if you sprinkle when you tinkle.' She gave a little demonstration with her hands. 'But I was a sweetie and wiped the seatie.' She laughed again really loudly. next »