A pacy and frightening story of revenge from beyond the grave. Ozzie-like rock star Jude, buys a ghost over the internet, and a heap of trouble along with it. What starts as a quirky haunting quickly grows into a terrifying chase across America as Jude and his girlfriend run for their lives from the horrible spectre pursuing them. If you like a suspenseful scare to keep you up all night, this is for you.
'Buy my stepfather's ghost' read the e-mail. So Jude did. He bought it, in the shape of the dead man's suit, delivered in a heart-shaped box, because he wanted it: because his fans ate up that kind of story. It was perfect for his collection: the genuine skulls and the bones, the real honest-to-God snuff movie, the occult books and all the rest of the paraphanalia that goes along with his kind of hard/goth rock. But the rest of his collection doesn't make the house feel cold. The bones don't make the dogs bark; the movie doesn't make Jude feel as if he's being watched. And none of the artefacts bring a vengeful old ghost with black scribbles over his eyes out of the shadows to chase Jude out of his home, and make him run for his life ...
