Two seasonal tales of the unco' uncanny.... 'Tis the season, after all. GMW Wemyss takes us to the Wiltshire of his Village Tales novels, where something dark is lurking in a wood older than Stonehenge ... until the duke, as usual, and the Rector, sort it. (Apparently, a case of possession can, actually, be stopped by a brilliant throw in to the wicket. Sometimes....) And Markham Shaw Pyle takes us out 'West of One-Hundredth', to a part of Texas where anything can happen. And does: raising a problem of law and ethics, and the positively howling question, 'When does the beast crowd out the man?' Prepare to leave the lamps on when you try to go to sleep.