Mr Wilmott Gets Old School by Katherine Hayton

Author:Katherine Hayton [Hayton, Katherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-27T22:00:00+00:00

Back at home, an hour later, Emily stared at the male ghost from what should have been the comfort of her bed. Unfortunately, it was a lot less pleasant when accompanied by the old man’s intense scrutiny.

“Wouldn’t you rather sit in the lounge?” Emily asked, her voice breaking from the strain. She’d tried to ignore him for twenty minutes, and just wound herself into a state. “I can turn on the television and you can watch cartoons all night. Doesn’t that sound far more interesting than staring at me?”

Apparently not.

Emily gave a huff and got out of bed, taking a pillow and the bedspread and walking through to the lounge. If he wouldn’t shift from her bedroom, then she’d rather spend a lousy night asleep on the sofa than awake in her bed.

After ten minutes, her hip was whispering to her that this was a bad idea. Emily tried to turn over, nearly fell onto the floor, and finally manoeuvred to face inward. With her eyes closed, she could sense the presence of the seat back just a few centimetres away and her chest tightened. Another few minutes and her left hip added to the whispered complaints of the first.

“For goodness’ sake!” Emily turned back over, facing out into the room. The male ghost was an inch away from her face, staring, and she screamed.

“Honestly, Scarface. You make enough noise to wake the dead.” Cynthia strolled into the lounge, not bothering to use the door—just straight through the wall.

“Not you, too.” Emily covered her face and swallowed hard to try to keep from crying. Another scream would be a welcome relief if it wasn’t for her neighbours. “Can’t you both just go away and let me rest?”

“Come on, big boy. That’s our marching orders.” Cynthia hooked her arm through the crouching man and dragged him toward the wall. “There’s a love seat out here in the back garden that I’m willing to share with you, so long as you don’t get handsy.”

For a moment, Emily could scarcely believe her luck. Then she scrambled back to bed to fall asleep before the situation could devolve.

To lie in her bed without anyone else in the room? Heaven.

Before she knew it, the sun shining through the window woke Emily and she cracked an eye open to check if she was still alone.

No such luck. Her silent companion sat with his back propped against the wall, staring blankly at his hands.

“I don’t suppose you’ve regained your voice while I was asleep?” Emily asked, pulling down her nighty before flipping back the covers. “You’ve made me curious what you’ll sound like if you ever get around to speaking.”

While she fixed breakfast, Emily thought of the day ahead. Last night, Sergeant Winchester had insisted she should accompany him along to Stoneybrook Acres so she could make a formal recognition of the nurse’s voice.

“Can’t you do that for yourself?” she’d asked to no avail.

“We’ll need you as a backup. If neither one of us can hear the similarities you can, then a witness to both will come in handy.

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