Ghostly Holler-Day by Daren King

Author:Daren King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quercus Books PLC
Published: 2010-08-20T16:00:00+00:00

11

The Old Victorian Music Hall

When we were all together, myself, Tabitha Tumbly, Wither, Humphrey Bump, Agatha Draft and a somewhat shaken Pamela Fraidy, we set off in search of Headless Leslie.

To Tabitha and myself, the matter had become urgent. We were the only two ghosties who knew about the caped figure in the top hat.

‘We should split up, Charlie,’ Wither said.

‘Rubbish. It took us an hour to find each other.’

‘Charlie is right,’ Tabitha said. ‘And I don’t think any of us should be alone on a pier on a dark winter’s evening.’

‘There’s a lot of funny people about,’ I added, thinking back to when Alfie Spectre had used these exact words.

‘Who knows what horrors may lurk,’ Wither groaned.

‘Shh,’ Agatha said. ‘You’ll frighten Pamela.’

‘What’s all this talk of horrors?’ Pamela asked Wither.

‘It’s nothing,’ Tabitha told her, touching her quivering arm. ‘Wither was reciting a poem. Weren’t you, Wither?’

‘If it’s nothing,’ Pamela said, ‘why are you and Charlie so afraid? Tabitha, you and Charlie Vapour are the bravest ghosties I know. If this – this horror – is enough to unnerve the two of you, then it must be truly frightful.’

‘Honest,’ Tabitha said, ‘it’s nothing. Charlie and I have overactive imaginations.’

‘Yes,’ I said, straightening my trilby. ‘The mind plays tricks. Let’s get on with our search.’

We flitted between the rides for a bit, but found no sign of Headless Leslie, not so much as a head.

‘There is only one place left to look,’ Wither said in his poetry voice. ‘At the end of the pier, where the wind howls, the wood creaks and the seagulls fear to flap.’

Pamela wisped behind Tabitha and plugged her ears with her fingers.

‘But where at the end of the pier?’ Tabitha said.

Wither extended a bony finger, and pointed towards a rickety building with no windows and an angular wooden staircase leading up to a grand doorway. The sight of the wonky roof prompted me to straighten my trilby.

‘Off you go then,’ I told the cowardly old fool. ‘We’ll wait out here.’

‘You won’t catch me in there,’ Wither said.

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