The ghost writers hide in their mansion having found no use for corporeal rewards Their motivation to create had died while their spirits faded at last But one day a child arrived in the house stirred up old dust and broke through the cobwebs And their spirits were revived - here was, perhaps, an appreciative audience! So they swirled around his head and booed and carried on, and when he didn't run, they settled down and whispered their tales seeing if he would frighten But TV had altered children's view scary tales had little affect and so those wonderfully frightening apparitions disappeared into the woodwork once more