My Family and Other Ghosts by Lou Kuenzler

Author:Lou Kuenzler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic UK
Published: 2019-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY: THINGS MAY SEEEEM STRAAAANGE WHEN YOU STAAAAY AT GRAAAVE GRAAAANGE!

“THINGS MAY SEEEEM STRAAAANGE WHEN YOU STAAAAY AT GRAAAVE GRAAAANGE. TRA, LA LAAA. TRA, LAAAA, LAAAAA. TRA LAAA LAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The reception hall was filled from floor to rafters with the ghostly sound of phantom opera.

“Don’t worry, Mr and Mrs Smith,” said Ivy brightly. “That’s just the Contessa. She’s one of our other … erm, guests. She’s been … erm, visiting here for years and years. Very famous, actually.”

“I hate opera,” grunted Mr Smith. “I hate all singing. I don’t see the point in it.”

“Right, well, er… I’ll ask her to practise a little more quietly,” said Ivy, still grinning as widely as she could in an attempt to be welcoming – although she wasn’t sure the Smiths deserved to be welcomed. They did seem rather rude. But if Grave Grange had any chance at being a successful hotel, she would have to learn to be polite to anyone who wanted to come and stay.

“As soon as our porter takes your luggage upstairs I’m sure he’ll ask the dog to be quiet too!” she said, thrusting the largest of the six white suitcases into Ash’s arms, as Misty howled again.

“Hurry up!” she hissed in his ear. “We need to get the Smiths to their room before any of the spooks reappear.” From the approaching volume of the Contessa’s song, it sounded like she might be about to materialize in the middle of the reception hall at any moment – and if Mr Smith didn’t like opera singing, Ivy was pretty certain he’d like long-dead phantom opera singers even less.

“Fine,” whispered Ash. “I want to check on Misty anyway.”

Ivy bent down, and was about to pick up another suitcase to add to his pile, when the handle shot out of her fingers and the case flew through the air across the room.

“Mirabelle!” cried Ivy, recognizing the work of the poltergeist at once. “Put that suitcase down, right now.”

“Who the dickens is Mirabelle?” roared Mr Smith.

“My bag!” shrieked Mrs Smith, as it shot past her ear.

“My frocks!” she screamed a moment later, as the case hit the floor and burst open, spilling out mounds of white dresses like a silky-looking snowdrift.

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