There's comic potential in the behavior of souvenir items at the Tropication Arts Miami warehouse: beer mugs, combs, rubber daggers, zombie highball glasses--all made in the Far East and stamped with Florida symbols--suddenly begin falling off the shelves, floating through air, and bouncing across the floor. Knight, however, plays it straight (""It is thought that these young persons [poltergeists' foci] are suffering from deep inner emotional conflicts, perhaps sexually oriented, and that somehow this releases forces""), and he follows the story with further tales of hauntings . . . on a British golf course, a Scottish beach, a Barbados churchyard, and so on up to the famous (in ghost story circles) gardens of Versailles. Which makes this just another round of visitations, some of them re-appearances, strictly for those who can never get enough of the little man--or woman in white--who wasn't there.