KERENZA EVANS DARES TO EXPLORE THE HOUSE OF MAGIC
There are many thrills to be derived from the telling of ghost stories and the macabre; in high school, my friends and I used to spend our music lessons holding fake seances in the rehearsal rooms, in lieu of perfecting performances of Clair De Lune for the fiftieth god-forsaken week. While I'm fairly sure that if we had conjured up the spectre of choice, a lifetime of trauma would have ensued, I think we were always slightly disappointed when nothing happened, other than a teacherly lecture as to why we don't try and raise the dead on school time.
