"Oh my god Drew," Kate gasped as they flicked through the book, "there really are ghosts here."
          "I knew this place was creepy for a reason," Drew mused. "Hey look, there’s diagrams and descriptions of them all."
          "The Canadian," Kate read as she looked at the diagram of the balding man with a moose antler through his chest.
          "Oh wow he’s bleeding maple syrup," Drew grinned.
          Kate rolled her eyes and continued. "It says he was once quite famous in his native Canada. He made his mark by saying stupid stuff and falling over a lot."
          "The Buddy Holly," Drew read, looking at the diagram of a bespectacled man in a cow print waist coat, "It says he’s a sarcastic bastard with a southern accent."

          "The Randy One," Kate giggled, pointing to the picture of a small man in a towel and shower cap, "A poncy English twat with a rather over adventurous libido…I wouldn’t like him near me."
          "The Sean Connery…he looks nothing like Sean Connery," Drew remarked, looking at the diagram.
          "Has over expressional eyebrows and isn’t scared to use them…and laughs like a maniac," Kate gasped.
          "Ohh scary," Drew jeered.
          "No Neck….Ewww he’s hideous," Kate shuddered.
          "Why is he sitting behind a desk?"
          "Turn the page," Kate squealed.
          "The Ken Doll…hey I wonder if there’s a Barbie," Drew smirked, turning the page. "Woohoo the Gratuitous Naked Chick."
          "Oh please…is she really necessary?" Kate huffed, putting her hands on her hips.
          "As necessary as the Token Black Guy…Oh look, he sings and dances…what a talented collection of ectoplasm," Drew chuckled.
          "Now he looks creepy…" Kate remarked, pointing to the diagram of the Music Man.
          "I really want to make an organ joke."
          "Drew…that’s Larry," Kate squealed, pointing to the next diagram.
          "Crap he would be the psychopath," Drew sulked, chucking the book across the room.
          Kate picked it up and turned the page. "The Lost Love how swee…er Drew…you better look at this," she breathed, passing the book back to Drew.
          "Why? It’s not my Mom is it?" Drew’s face fell when he saw the diagram. "Nikki…Nikki’s dead…"
          They fell into silence.
          "Hold it together Drew," Kate eventually peeped, squeezing his shoulder.
          Drew was silently blubbing.
          "Hey it can’t get any worse," Kate half mused turning the page. "Or can it."
          "Don’t tell me its my dog or my friends or my…OH MY GOD IT’S MIMI," Drew screamed as Kate pointed out the diagram of the Jackal.