THE HAUNTED BARN

Surburban Derby, in the mid twentieth century ... War still vivid in the minds of parents, children grew up in a time of hardship but also of hope, of increasingly liberal attitudes towards most things moral and social. It was a time when rules were there to be broken more blatently and vigorously than before or so it seemed. The Haunted Barn opens a broad window on a boy's journey through adolescence, a story of ageless relevance, told with insight and humour.



An Extract from The Haunted Barn

The mortar between some of the bricks had worn away, and the roof was holed. Bas, George and the two girls stood in an uncertain group by the far wall, out of sight from the lane. In this wall, about eight feet up, was a large rectangular opening from which tufts of hay stuck out invitingly.
crazy'So this is your haunted barn,' George announced. 'It doesn't look very haunted to me.' He walked to a corner, looked around and came back grinning. 'Where's your white horse then, Bas?'
crazy 'It only comes out at night.'
crazy 'Oh-ah.'
c razy'Peter Felix saw it. He ran all the way home.'
crazy 'Who's Peter Felix?'
crazy 'You know – him.'
crazy 'Oh, yeh, him. Must have a screw loose,' George said. 'Or he's a liar.' Deliberately, very deliberately, Bas winked. 'Oh, I get you,' George said. 'Ah, it is a bit eerie round here.'
crazyThe girl in jeans rolled her eyes. 'A white horse. Crumbs! I hope it's not in there.' All eyes focussed on the opening in the wall.