After serving up his own cold platter of poetic justice to the Moorsdale Hunt, responsible for killing his pet cat Reg, it's time for John and his two friends to lay low for a while. Falling Fount an isolated house high on the windswept moors would have been the ideal location, only Mrs. Baines the resident headless ghost has other ideas. Henbane clouds, Druids, ancient stone circles and the odd slurry pit all conspire in her demented plan to drive the three friends toward her missive of murder, mayhem and madness. Please join them and take a back seat on the black comical ride into the spiritual unknown.