Darren laughed out loud, the final bit of chill leaving his body.
"Maybe, Brenda, maybe," he replies. "I'm not big on ghosts and goblins but if they believe in me then I suppose its only fair the other way around."
Finishing his lunch, Darren stands and rubs his hands together, smiling towards Miss Claire. "Well, ma'am, if you excuse me, I have a shed to clean out," he says, determination written on his face as he strides towards the shed.
Haunted indeed. Lets see, shall we.