Grange Hill tube station North London.
Don't you just hate it? I mean really hate it. When you get asked to get rid of a ghost from a train at 2am in the morning?
Before Wraith there hovered a young man with slick black hair dressed in a blue Victorian suit. For 118 years he'd been causing havoc on the tube trains all over west London.
In 1962, some have-a-go exorcist called Fred Greene tried to send him up to heaven... the police found his melted glasses four miles away.
Then in 1987, a Northampton wizard tried to cast the spirit out into the forever universe. They found a partly burnt beard 11 miles away.
In 2014, a bunch of whiz kids tried to capture him in their laptops, the police found their melted hard drives 16 miles away.
The London underground tried to keep it all quiet, public relations was never their strong point, but tonight the ghost had appeared before a full carriage of screaming school kids. Something had to be done and done quickly.
But with a ghost like that there's only one thing that will work.
Good old fashion research.
Slowly, Wraith unfolded a large piece of paper. On it was a complex-looking drawn pentagram. He placed it before the ghost.
For nearly a minute the ghost stared down at it before murmuring in a low creepy voice. "You try and trick me with your graffiti."
You see the internet for all its useless information and cr*p. Really does sometimes have some pretty good information in it.
Like the public births and deaths website.
Wraith cleared his throat and spoke directly to the ghost:
"Not me Bill."