A ghost haunts rehearsals of a local play and Gina Champion psychic detective, can't wait to get involved. For ages 10+.

The new boy next door is troubling Gina - he rambles on about them, strange beings who come in the night to punish him. And while Gina's parents warn her off, she can't dismiss his claims that easily. And her new job isn't working out as she hoped. Slowly she begins to put the pieces together and finds herself facing a curse!

While other girls earn money babysitting, Gina sets up her own psychic practice and her clients can't get enough of her. When one of her customers, the mysterious Professor Anstible, goes missing under sinister circumstances, Gina has to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Is there a serial killer at large in Blackwater Bay? Residents are fearful and the police are desperate. When they approach Gina Champion for psychic help on the case, she suspects that a black sorceress might be behind the killings. Meanwhile, Gina has to cope with real life. It is the end of the year. Her boyfriend Dali is away for Christmas, and her older sister has come to stay, causing more trouble than she is worth. But if Gina doesn't solve the case quickly, she could be next on the killer's list…

Witchcraft is a lot tougher than it looks. It's not like on the television, where witches airily wave their hands about and chairs start flying around the room. In fact, it's a lot of hard work, sometimes it's even boring. My introduction to witchcraft took place in Alyce Nightingale's kitchen, in the summer leading up to my senior year. Not that Alyce's kitchen looked like any other old lady's kitchen I'd ever seen. But then, Alyce was not your average old lady. She was eighty-one and wore her long, grey hair decorated with coloured glitter hairclips. She needed help getting in and out of an armchair, but once she was up she could dance little pirouettes while she sang old jazz songs. Even though her memory was bad when it came to names and birthdays, she was sharp as a tack when I did something wrong. On the day the trouble started, I was sitting on her kitchen floor in front of an enormous pantry, sorting jars of dried herbs and flowers, while she cooed down the phone to her latest boyfriend, Dennis, who was sixty-two and smitten.