I have found myself in need of doing something worthwhile and thought I would offer my services as a volunteer hospital visitor. I went through all the checks, the whys and wherefores, the ins and outs and what-have-yous, to pass with distinction and so allowed to volunteer my services to the unfortunates who are not too well at the moment.

It seems those I meet with do love to hear about my ghost hunting adventures. I prove very popular with the children, as you can imagine, and I must admit to enjoying the spotlight. Well, I had been doing this for sometime when a Dr Rajid Mahoodbajhar, asked if I could cheer up a little waif of a child and it is sad to say her condition is terminal.

I do not of course want to blow my own trumpet as we say, but I do feel I am making progress in making her smile and she does ask after me to the doctors and nurses. I'm making a real impression to bring a little light relief. She does ask me questions about reality and life after death. She is always interested in what I have to say about the subject however, never yet offering me her belief on the subject. She is so young a child to be discussing such things and a difficult time at such a young age. Nevertheless, I carefully tell her my belief and then recount some of my ghostly tales.

She does have parents and I do not pry too much, they are not as regular with their visits. Not for me to pass judgement so I put it to the back of my mind and do what I can to bring some happiness.

However, the other day Dr Rajid met me and it was clear by his face that the news wasn't good. I'm afraid the little girl I'd been visiting had passed away. You'll forgive me a moment while I take in the information. After a few cups of tea and a friendly chat with a nurse to make sure your Willoughby wasn't in need of treatment for shock, the nurse passed over a packet of caramels. They were the ones I had bought for the little girl from a Poundstretcher discount store. The little girl had wanted me to have these because she knew I liked them and she also wanted me to have a letter she had prepared for me.

I composed myself and opened the sealed envelope to read the message which simply said:- See you again, in Hell.

My next memory was of waking up in A&E on a trolley in a corridor wondering how the hell did I end up here.