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A quick haunt around that cosy castle, a nifty screech at its occupants and a bit of telekinesis in a set of spotted designer sheets is all you'd set your heart on. 'It'll be a laugh', you thought to yourself, 'appearing at windows, sticking an axe through my left, carrying my head in my arms, walking around in suits of armour, letting rip with blood-curdling screams – well rad'. As it turns out, a laugh is just about the only thing you didn't get. A shame, because you got a lot more than you bargained for.
When the window you climbed through slammed behind you and the nasty rain was shut out, even your spectral form couldn't form couldn't pass through it again. There was… are you sure you're ready for this? It's not very nice… OK, brace yourself… (da-da-DAAA!) a wickedly nasty, horribly bloodthirsty, incredibly bad (urggggh!) EVIL FORCE living in the haunted castle (boo, hiss)!

Brian the terrible (and he really is terrible, you can't get much more terrible than Brian) has done a job on you good and proper. As if being a right nasty piece of work (and ugly too) isn't enough, he's nicked your eternal soul. Not that he wants to do anything with it: one look and he's totally bored, Brian would much rather tear a chicken limb from limb. In fact, he's just plain cruel (probably tore the legs off spiders when he was a kid) and leaves it bobbing tantalizingly in front of you, suspended in a soap bubble (the rotter!).

You're a ghost (but a very nice one, honest), so you can't exactly grab hold of it: touch it and your hand just goes right through. There's nothing for it – you've got to find another way of taking it with you when (or should that be if?) you escape.

So what can you do? Think, think, think, scratch your head a bit, think a bit more, summon op your guardian spirit… oh no that's in the bubble… eat a banana, take a bath, blow – yeah, that's it – blow the bubble about! Dead (geddit?) easy!

Dead easy my bottom! You have to flip around the bubble, huffing and puffing and puffing and following it about. And you've got to remember – this is the home of an evil spirit (boo, hiss – really loudy this time), so there are plenty of traps littered all over the shop: nasty impaling spikes that pierce the bubble, evil-looking heads (haven't they got any manner staring at you like that?) which block your path, fans to blow you off-course and you know what happens when a bubble crosses a candle flame, don't you?
But don't forget that bubbles aren't the only things that you can blow about (kyak, kyak! Quiet at the back, missus!). After all, what happens to candles when you blow at them?
Let's hope they're non-flammable designer sheets.