A True Ghost Story - Part 2
Happy Friday 13th everyone!
Here is Part 2 of my ghost story. If you haven't read part 1, then go to my previous post.
I am standing at the bottom of the staircase gathering the courage to investigate my son's room.
I hear creaking coming from upstairs. But there is no one in the house - just me, my dog and my cockatiel.
I am on super alert.
In my books, all of my main characters are courageous and gutsy. Maybe not to begin with, but over the course of the novel, they find the strength to overcome the difficulties they face.
In A Ghost in My Suitcase, Celeste is even a ghost hunter, something I could never be. Part of the fun of writing is that you can be someone totally different.
I read a lot about ghosts when I was researching that novel.
People think that someone has to die in a place for it to be haunted. But ghosts live in trees. They attach themselves to people as they walk past. That's how they enter houses.
Our street is lined with 70 year old oaks, perfect places for ghosts to hideaway.
I imagine them dropping from branches, invisible and silent, onto the shoulders of unsuspecting pedestrians... or dogs.
Ghost backpacks.
Piggyback ghosts.
Ghosts riding on shoulders, sitting on your head. Clutching onto your front.
Anyone want a free ghost?
Just walk under some old trees.
Anyway… to get back to my story...
I’m walking up the stairs. The first room off the small hallway is my son’s room. His door is firmly shut which is not unusual because he knows I hate looking at the mess.
The next room is my daughter’s.
And at the end of the hall is my room. I want to look out of my bedroom window to see if the carpenter is climbing around on the roof making all the creaking noises.
I am about to enter my bedroom when I glance over my shoulder.
Ren's door, the one that only a few moments before was firmly closed, is now standing wide open!
I step forward, my heart pounding in my chest.
Then I see a head, a blonde head, floating down the stairs.
I'm terrified!
The stairs has a bend in them where there’s a landing.
I tiptoe towards it. Then I look down.
It’s my son’s girlfriend, Naomi trying to sneak out of the house.
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Gabrielle (:
