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  John Agers was a little apprehensive to find that he was assisting Rob in yet another black magic case, but he said nothing, he merely took the train to Oxford on a Tuesday morning, and paid a call upon Masters to put some weird questions to him. He found the man looking pale and drawn, his eyes were quite bloodshed and he seemed to be in need of a good night`s rest.

  “Thank you for agreeing to see me Mr Masters, this will not take long, I just have a few questions concerning the events that took place when Mr Hinds visited you yesterday.” Agers said and smiled at a very disconcerted Masters in the hope that this would put the man at his ease.

  “Of course Mr Agers, but please hurry up, the whole episode is still very much on my mind, and I want to rid myself of the memory, not go over it again and again.” Masters replied a little discourteously but quite understandably.

  “These questions are a little off the normal beat, however please humour me.” Agers began. “Mr Masters, do you believe in the paranormal, black magic, the devil, or anything closely related in any way?”

  “No, of course not.” Masters replied indignantly but just a little too quickly.

  “Of course Sir.” Agers replied. “In that case I imagine that you have not had any problems at all to do with the paranormal?”

  “Only the one that accompanied the visit of your colleague, but I am sure that even that could be explained by a scientist.” Masters replied haughtily but something in Masters` face told Agers that even he did not believe what he had just said; no he was frightened by what had happened, and he too thought that it could be of the paranormal kind. Masters was also afraid that whoever or whatever was behind it all could come for him again.

  “But why Mr Masters, did my colleague frighten you so much?” Agers asked.

  At first Masters seemed a little reluctant to explain, however he finally did. “I have been having the most terrible nightmares of late; they are filled with the most terrifying of storms. A two headed dragon is chasing me across a blasted land and I am certain, in my nightmare that is, that someone is trying to kill me, it is then, just before I wake up, that I see your colleague, although only for a second.”

  Agers was a little stunned by this answer. “You mean Mr Masters, that it was someone who resembled Mr Hinds.”

  “No Mr Agers, I mean it was your Mr Hinds.” Masters replied grimly. “There is no way that I could ever forget his face. Mr Agers, I am positive that in my dream your colleague is about to kill me.”

  Agers once more attempted to smile at Masters, but found that he could not, so he went quickly onto the next question. “Yes that would cause anyone to remember someone`s face.” Agers replied with a half-smile followed by him clearing his throat. “Let us get on to the next question Mr Masters, tell me are you planning on anything that could be loosely termed to do with the paranormal?”

  “Well, yes, I am going on a haunted house trip, not that I believe in such things, but it should be entertaining to say the least, I want to see whether I can work out how they produce their so called paranormal events.” Masters replied not realising that Moira had interfered with his thoughts and stopped him from pulling out of the trip, something that he had wanted to do immediately after Rob had visited him.

  “That sounds as if it is what we were after Mr Masters, can you give me some details, the time, place and the organiser of the event?” Agers asked politely with his ever ready smile back upon his young face.

  “Of course Mr Agers, let me get the ticket out, it will all be on it no doubt.” Masters replied and pulled out his wallet. Taking out a small envelope he handed it across to Agers. Inside the envelope was the ticket that Masters had printed out using his PC, it had all the information that Agers needed.

  The haunted house was near to the village of Petworth in West Sussex, and the event was organised by Paranormal Investigators.Com for the coming weekend, the 17th and 18th of December.

  “Tell me Mr Masters, how did you come to hear about the event?” Agers queried.

  “It came by email, addressed to the occupier; I suppose you could call it Spam,” Masters replied. “But it intrigued me, so I decide to go along to it.”

  This email had been generated in the Netherworld, by Moira, all a part of her plan to embroil Rob in her plot.

  “The final question sir, do you know Ms Mildred Lang?” Agers asked however, Masters did not know of Ms Mildred Lang.

  “Thank you sir, I hope that we will not have to bother you again.” Agers said and left a curious Masters who wondered why an intelligence agency would want to bother about such things.

  Thinking about yesterday brought back many fears that had been plaguing him over the last few days, fears that culminated with Rob`s visit. He decided to make a pot of tea and then have a rest; he had been to his doctor and procured some sleeping tablets, with these he hoped to sleep until tomorrow morning without being woken by a nightmare.