The YLGT

The Ghosts of the Young Leith Ghost Team

Gideon Gedeone

The first of the ghosts, conjured into the Ghost Witch’s life via the mediums of Bibliomancy and Chaos Magick in the Summer of 2007.

At the time, the need for a friend and confidant who could handle anything thrown their way was high. Gideon helped Shaky Ghost cut down the demons, and gave her the courage to do things she never dreamed were possible.

Gideon may have passed during the Great Fire of London, after his cousin accidentally left an oven on while baking late night snacks.
For a while it was just Gideon and the Ghost Witch against the world, until a knock on the door brought back memories of burnt pies…

Gideon currently runs a small, successful sewing business from the spare room, specialising in elaborate costumes, puppets, and soft toys.

Demon hunting a thing of the past, Gideon now prefers flower arranging and watching reruns of Ru Paul’s Drag Race.

Their favourite films are Practical Magic and Midsommar.

Gavib Green

…having eaten every other relative out of house and home, Gideon’s cousin Gavib arrived on the doorstep as Winter hit with nothing but a suitcase full of mixing bowls and spoons.

After he cleared the fridge, cupboards, and piggy banks in his insatiable quest for food, Gideon declared an emergency situation and demanded he leave.

The Ghost Witch, however, had become extremely fond of his gentle ways and love of reading about cakes. His big hugs, too.

Gavib may or may not have been responsible for Gideon’s death during the Great Fire of London.

Gavib currently works as head baker in the local ghost branches of Bayne’s in Leith, and runs a daily soup kitchen with his pals Guinness and Garamond.

His all time favourite classic cakes include chocolate, coffee & walnut, red velvet, Victoria sponge, and carrot. He also makes an outstanding Battenberg when he remembers not to eat all the marzipan.

His favourite donut is the Boston Creme.

Garrionette Boocock

After hearing on the ghost-vine that there was some kind of “sweet deal with a soft-touch human” going on in Scotland, a down-on-his-luck Garrionette fled from Las Vegas, leaving his gambling debts behind to hide out with his old acquaintance, Gideon Gedeone.

The mystics sought him out within days though, and the final demand letters gave local postal workers permanent back problems.

The very real threat of “heavies” arriving to break his spectral digits was growing day by day.
Gideon had to call in the big guns, in the form of his best occult connection, who ended up saving the day by just paying the debts. No spells required.

Garrionette lives the quiet life now, a permanent magickal afterlife ban from all casinos throughout Scotland saving him from repeating the mistakes of his past.

His favourite film is Master & Commander: the Far Side of the World.

Has a deep fondness for Cognac and Armagnac.
Says he knew Byron and Shelley – “insufferable”.

Guinness Denisof

The Master Magician and Wizard with multiple Platinum credit cards in his ancient name.
Wrote off all of Garrionette’s gambling debts in minutes over a catch-up coffee with Gideon.

Having recently become a billionaire after inventing and perfecting the Ghost Teleport method of transport and travel, Guinness was at a complete loss over what to do with his life.

Older than time itself, money and fame were commodities he found confusing. His young pal Merlin was long gone, and the Gods of the forest barely came out for drinks anymore. He was lost.

Gideon persuaded him to keep the credit card for emergencies – also for reasons of Gavib feeding – and move in with the Ghost Witch for a more simple life.

Having no surname, he let the Shaky Ghost choose one for reasons of Ghost National Insurance registration. He flat-out refused “Giles” and “Wyndham-Pryce” so ended up as he is known now. Would have been hilarious if she’d chosen “Guinness Head” though, eh? Ha.

Once became corporeal during a Sunn O))) gig.
Can see through time.

Garamond Gibson

After moving to Leith in late 2011, the Ghost Witch would sometimes take Winter strolls along to the beach at Portobello to play amusement arcade games and sample drams at the nearby pubs. It was here that she happened upon a solitary ghost, living on a bench by the sea front, in a sleeping bag, with a pet crab for company.

It turns out Garamond had died many years ago at sea, and the crab – Reg – had been happily eating his eyes when, in turn, a seagull ate him. An unlikely friendship was born out of loneliness and necessity, as Garamond and Reginald navigated an afterlife by the sea together.

It being a particularly cold winter, and finding out how much he liked a nice dram, the Ghost Witch took Garamond for a few whiskies and within hours he, his bindle, sleeping bag, and little Reg, moved in. She couldn’t bear the thought of a freezing Garamond or a rattling Reg.

Now a regular at local whisky tastings, Garamond helps Guinness and Gavib run a daily soup kitchen for homeless ghosts.

His favourite drams are too many too list, but he’ll have a bunnahabhain if you’re buying…

Gambol Gambolson

On moving into a new flat in 2013, the Ghost Witch detected a presence. Strange, incoherent ramblings coming from the boiler cupboard. Moans in the night. Out of tune singing, reminiscent of wrestling themes from the eighties and nineties.

On further investigation, a small feral ghost was located. He’d been living off mice, rats, and moth larvae, and had a terrible drooling problem.

Guinness immediately called upon his mystical library and started shouting about banishing spells, while Gideon reached for the baby wipes and made some toast.

With lots of persuasion from the Ghost Witch and Garamond – a bubble bath from Gideon also providing much assistance – the family eventually decided to make space in the home for this haunted creature.

One knowledge spell and a dictionary later, Gambol could talk. He has since never stopped. He even mumbles continuously during sleep.
His origin tales vary from hour to hour…

Was he a top secret CIA experiment from Area 51? An ancient interdimensional traveller? Or was he a spirit accidentally expelled from the afterlife of the planet Penguinium?

Who knows…

Gambol is currently followed by an army of ghost pigeon pets, all of which are called “Gambolo”.

Jeffrey Alexander

A shy and introverted ghost, who for many years kept his love of Metal Music and Pokemon hidden from the local gang he ran with,
The Stockbridge Dandies.

Though a rivalry existed between the Dandies and the YLGT, Gavib came to form a friendship with Jeffrey through encountering him hiding up the back at gigs. Guinness would notice him traversing Leith Links with his dogs, playing Pokemon Go on his Ghost phone…

After inviting Jeffrey to play DnD in the kitchen, Gavib and Gambol found out he was tired of being downtrodden by his friends. Jeffrey confessed that all they did was laugh at him and make him feel sad.

On hearing this, the Ghost Witch grabbed a spectral blanket and set to work making a new ghost hammock for her latest spectral house guest.

Garamond and Garrionette made the trip to Stockbridge. The Dandies were told off, Jeffrey’s record collection was secured, and his dogs brought to their new home.

Jeffrey can often be found at local metal shows, haunting local bookshops, or tending to furry friends at his Canine Ghost Sanctuary on Leith Links.

His favourite Pokemon are JigglyPuff, WigglyTuff, and Gengar.

Gehenna

On taking Gavib and Gambol to a local Anti-Fascist Black Metal gig, Jeffrey bumped into the forest-dwelling face-painted entity known as Gehenna.

Apparently he lives in the woods and has a one man music project on the go, but he wouldn’t let anyone hear it that night.

He pops up every now and then, but weirdly he and Gambol have never been seen at the same time…

The Ghost Witch got him round for a big celebratory Ghost Dinner once. He had a great appetite, putting away three pudding courses as well. Strangely Gambol was really distracted that day “tending to his pigeons” and only made it through one bowl of soup and one slice of roast before sweating profusely, turning grey, complaining he was unwell, and proceeding to lie down groaning for the next six hours…

His favourite foods are Yorkshire puddings with gravy, trifle, ice cream, sausage rolls, potato smiley faces, turkey dinosaurs, cheese on toast, and vinegar crisps. Which interestingly enough are also some of Gambol’s favourite foods…

…hmmmmm, I wonder?