'A pub with no beer,' 'Danny Boy' and 'The wild rover' as they weaved, hugged, laughed and slurred their way home. But the room in the cellar was cold, and the fuses and bulbs kept blowing. With the musical gear set up the band could wander in and rehearse together or on their own. Or just to meet up and discuss forthcoming gigs, and the girls that would be there, sweating and screaming. 'Tell you what,' said Nutty boy the drummer, 'I can't be in there on my own any more.' There was an eerie silence. 'It's just that it feels like there is someone else in there with you.' Howey, the bass man nervously spoke 'That frosted glass window. There is a face looking in sometimes. I put a piece of paper on it, but it still felt weird. I ran out the door and shouted, but there was no-one there.. nothing .. freaked me right out. When I went back inside the room was freezing.' 'One night last week,' spoke up the singer, 'I was going through some harmonies, just singing to myself. When I stopped, the singing carried on. It sounded like a little girl. I grabbed the door, but it was stuck and the handles were ice-cold, my hand stuck to them. next »