Midnight – the time when the spirit world seemed most active, most alive. In Rose Haven manner Midnight was an especially active hour. The Llewellyn family ghosts had always been an animated lot, pacing their ancestral home with little regard for the sensibilities of the living. Those living members of the family who had the misfortune (or gift depending on who you talked to) of being able to communicate with the spirits had usually taken a laid-back attitude towards their ancestors inability to go quietly into the night. After all – the ghosts were family. Most were harmless, wanting nothing more than to watch over the next generation of their name. But tonight was different. Tonight there was an edge to the activity as though the old ghosts sensed something was not right, not the way it was meant to be. Somewhere in the house something was burning, and someone was crying. It was time.