A Haunted Christmas

England, December 1940. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why my brother and I were sent away from London to stay with a strange man and a dozen other young children like us in a big old house in the middle of the countryside. Being out in the country didn’t guarantee we would be safe from the Nazis and their bombs of course, but it was better than staying put and crossing our little fingers. Timmy was just six at the time of course, and at ten I felt I should be his brave big sister to protect him from all the bad and scary things in the world, but truth be told I was just as terrified of all that was going wrong in the world as he was.
We knew we would be having a very peculiar Christmas indeed, but I don't think either of us could have guess we would be seeing-in the holiday at a stone circle full of ghosts.