Step once more into Lamonic Bibber my friends
- if you dare. In the dead of night when all the stars are sleeping & the moons nipped off for a coffee something dark & sinister stalks the streets of Lamonic Bibber. As a fog rolls in from the sea carrying with it the unmistakable whiff of utter dread an unearthly howl echoes through the cold midnight air. But who
- or what
- is at work here? Shabba me suspense-filled whiskers this one will require some serious detective work.