A chicken farmer rises one morning to find all of his chickens huddled outside at the far end of the Run, and banging, crashing and eerie crowing coming from the hen house.

As he slowly enters the coop he sees all the feed bowls and dozens of eggs floating around in the air. Several eggs fly at him, smashing into his head and back as he races out.

Panicked, he searches for - and phones - a Paranormal Investigator, who arrives promptly the following morning.

If anything, the racket is greater. The chickens are in great distress, flapping to get as far away from the crashing and crowing. The Investigator slowly peers round the door to be met with a cacophony of banging and a barrage of flying eggs in the face. He slams the door shut.

"What's happening?" The shaken farmer cries.

"Oh, it's obvious," replies the Investigator, wiping yolk from his face - "you have a Poultrygeist!"

Dave.