It was just a modest home in a poor part of London, but a previous resident didn't seem ready to leave it. Each and every day a little old woman would wander into Tyronne's kitchen and talk to his mother. The spirit seemed fairly harmless - though Tyronne's parents worried when the old lady fixated on their two-year-old daughter in her cot. However, when the family finally sold the property stories reached Tyronne that the ghostly former inhabitant was making life uncomfortable for any immigrants taking up residence. Had the ghost really taken her prejudices with her into the afterlife?