There it stood beside the pebbled shore, a massive old Victorian hotel out on the edge of Birchiam-on-Sea. And it was late October when author Alex Morland took a room ... the place was way off-season and extremely quiet. But that was fine by him, since he was hoping to complete his latest novel.As the weeks slipped by, though, he began to realize he was not quite so alone as it had first appeared. There were brief but strange encounters in the gardens...