Al Murray

Dear God, a gang of masked men with shotguns have just broken in.

They're removing the body.

That's not something I was aware of at any stage.

It's happening right now.

Absolutely.

Something's gone wrong and it's our job to put it right.

Because if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

Not that I ever spent much time in the kitchen.

Which is why I never noticed the barista coffee machine, the silver-plated wine colster, the La Cruze crepe pan or the Jamie Oliver Acacia wooden spoon set.

So come on, gang, to the mystery machine.

The mystery... Do you mean the camper van?

That's right.

Let's go.

Welcome to Uncanny.

I'm Danny Robbins, head of a wandering minstrel, body of a toddler dressed for the airport.

And for this very special episode, I've come to Britain's most cursed house to investigate some truly sinister sightings.

From the outside, this house looks innocuous enough, but legend has it, it destroys the life of anyone who lives here.

Let's go inside.

Number 10, Downing Street.

I'd agreed to meet with the current occupant, but the property seemed deserted.