Do you ever turn on the television to find something that's scarily relevant to what's happened on that day? I mean something completely coincidental that unnerves you quite a bit that it seems somewhat more than coincidence. I know I do, but tonight it's so uncanny that I have to write about it.

Today I lost my favourite scarf, which has really upset me. In vain I've been returning to the same spot again and again in the hopes of seeing a fresh track on it. In my final trip late at dark I came across something rather peculiar that I swear wasn't there before. My mind was thinking of an old haunting sound from my favourite psychological horror Silent Hill when I crossed that familiar ground, only to find a soft large of piece of cloth left on the side where I had been sitting that morning, and I had sworn that I when I had passed the place 10 minutes earlier that it was not there before. I picked it up, gently looking underneath. There was nothing. I just let it be and went off on my way.

Tonight I was going through BBC-iplayer while working on a sketch in which there was a program about ghosts in british television, and they showed clips from a classic piece called "when the whistle blows"; a psychological piece of classic horror in which a whistle can summon spirits in this old town (quite an interesting idea for a short manga methinks). What struck me was that the depiction of the main ghost was in its purest form as piece of washed out cloth that lurks towards the hero, and my mind instantly flashed to what I'd found earlier.

So here I am in my little studio, on this full moon night, where I look nervously at the window in case the shadow of that cloth makes its way in. London is old, and so is the house that I'm living in...