My grandfather used to lead us to isolated shacks where we could play in safety all day long, but which seemed haunted as darkness came. Words whispered by the other children about mysterious goings-on there would come back to us then, and we would be edged into a supernatural world. Grandpa made us listen to the noises of the night, so different from those of the daytime. All this created an atmosphere of equal fear and pleasure that sent shivers down our spine although we didn’t dare show it until we were tucked up in bed.