GD writes: "Being a child of the 80's, pretty much all the lads in my class were obsessed with Ghostbusters. We had ghost traps made from shoe boxes and proton guns made from used toilet rolls. We even went on an excursion to a supposedly haunted graveyard one night, complete with a ghetto blaster playing the Halloween theme tune for atmosphere. Sadly, we eventually grew up and left to become bankers or chemists or alcoholics, and the dream died. But just because you're a hideous failure in real life, it doesn't mean you can't fulfil your ghost-hunting ambitions with the help of your trusted PC and a copy of Lost Crown."