and lock the biscuits up! Won’t be a minute.”
Frankie
walked towards the kitchen.
Grace
looked at his phone. Did she really look tired? And did she need more make up
on, or was Frankie being his usual cheeky self?
She
heard Frankie whistling in the kitchen. She picked his phone up and played the
videos that he’d just recorded. The first one showed her polishing the shelf.
No, she didn’t look that bad, a bit puffy eyed but that was to be expected.
There would come a night when she didn’t cry herself to sleep.
The
second video gave her a jolt. It showed the teapot on the table.
But
there was someone standing behind it.
Someone
who Grace hadn’t seen with her naked eyes.
It
was the ghost of an old woman. Only the top half of her was visible behind the
teapot.
The
woman grinned at the camera as if she knew she was being filmed.
Grace
looked around the shop. She couldn’t see anyone.
Since
the car accident that had claimed her parents’ lives, and nearly her own, Grace
had been able to see ghosts. But she couldn’t see this one.
She
had been helping ghosts that she’d met at storage locker auctions and the last
ones had told her that the ghost of an old woman was hanging around Grace.
It
was the old woman who had whacked Eddie Tominski on the head on that horrible
day.
Grace
looked closer at the teapot and whispered, “Please show yourself, whoever you
are.”
Chapter 2
The
old woman never appeared.
Later
on, Grace wondered who the old woman was as she gazed out of the van window. Had
the woman lived at the shop when she was alive? Was she somehow attached to the
teapot? And why wouldn’t she show herself to Grace?
Frankie
was driving them to a storage locker auction. Frankie had made her watch the
storage auction programmes on TV. They were set in America and different to the
ones she’d been to. The Americans seemed friendlier, the bidders that she’d
come across in England looked sour faced, as if they’d spent their lives
sucking lemons. Frankie had told her that they looked like that on purpose, so
that the other bidders never knew when they were excited about a locker.
Grace
wasn’t convinced. Some people enjoyed being miserable.
They
pulled in the storage facility and Grace got out with a bright smile on her
face. She called out a cheery hello to anyone who looked her way.
One
person did smile and say hello back. It was Big Bob, their friend. He had known
Grace’s dad, they had toured antique fairs together years ago.
Big
Bob walked towards them. He was wearing a brown fluffy jumper and reminded
Grace more than ever of a grizzly bear, a friendly grizzly bear.
“Morning,
you two. Frankie, how’s the site going? I saw the videos, great fun. You should
put some on your website too.”
Frankie
smiled proudly. Grace suspected that Frankie was beginning to look upon Big Bob
as a father figure.
Frankie
said, “I’ve had 20 visitors to my site now, and I’ve had 50 views of my latest
video. I think I’m becoming some sort of superstar!”
“Talking
of superstars, here comes your hero,” Grace nodded towards an office door.
The
door opened and the sun seemed to shine brighter as an older man stepped out.
He beamed a megawatt smile at everyone and held his arms wide to welcome them.
His silver hair was perfectly styled and the collar of his red satin shirt
pulled up. He looked like he was walking onto a stage.
Grace
smiled back at Sylvester Sylver. After watching the storage TV programmes she
now agreed with Frankie that Sylvester was the best auctioneer on the telly.
Though why he left sunny California for this land of lemon suckers was a puzzle
to her.
Frankie
grabbed Grace’s sleeve. He hissed, “Grace, I need a favour.”
Grace
frowned at him. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”
He
shook his head. “Will you ask Sylvester if I can film him for my website? Just
the opening bit where he tells everyone the rules.”
“Why
can’t you ask him? I thought he
Frankie
walked towards the kitchen.
Grace
looked at his phone. Did she really look tired? And did she need more make up
on, or was Frankie being his usual cheeky self?
She
heard Frankie whistling in the kitchen. She picked his phone up and played the
videos that he’d just recorded. The first one showed her polishing the shelf.
No, she didn’t look that bad, a bit puffy eyed but that was to be expected.
There would come a night when she didn’t cry herself to sleep.
The
second video gave her a jolt. It showed the teapot on the table.
But
there was someone standing behind it.
Someone
who Grace hadn’t seen with her naked eyes.
It
was the ghost of an old woman. Only the top half of her was visible behind the
teapot.
The
woman grinned at the camera as if she knew she was being filmed.
Grace
looked around the shop. She couldn’t see anyone.
Since
the car accident that had claimed her parents’ lives, and nearly her own, Grace
had been able to see ghosts. But she couldn’t see this one.
She
had been helping ghosts that she’d met at storage locker auctions and the last
ones had told her that the ghost of an old woman was hanging around Grace.
It
was the old woman who had whacked Eddie Tominski on the head on that horrible
day.
Grace
looked closer at the teapot and whispered, “Please show yourself, whoever you
are.”
Chapter 2
The
old woman never appeared.
Later
on, Grace wondered who the old woman was as she gazed out of the van window. Had
the woman lived at the shop when she was alive? Was she somehow attached to the
teapot? And why wouldn’t she show herself to Grace?
Frankie
was driving them to a storage locker auction. Frankie had made her watch the
storage auction programmes on TV. They were set in America and different to the
ones she’d been to. The Americans seemed friendlier, the bidders that she’d
come across in England looked sour faced, as if they’d spent their lives
sucking lemons. Frankie had told her that they looked like that on purpose, so
that the other bidders never knew when they were excited about a locker.
Grace
wasn’t convinced. Some people enjoyed being miserable.
They
pulled in the storage facility and Grace got out with a bright smile on her
face. She called out a cheery hello to anyone who looked her way.
One
person did smile and say hello back. It was Big Bob, their friend. He had known
Grace’s dad, they had toured antique fairs together years ago.
Big
Bob walked towards them. He was wearing a brown fluffy jumper and reminded
Grace more than ever of a grizzly bear, a friendly grizzly bear.
“Morning,
you two. Frankie, how’s the site going? I saw the videos, great fun. You should
put some on your website too.”
Frankie
smiled proudly. Grace suspected that Frankie was beginning to look upon Big Bob
as a father figure.
Frankie
said, “I’ve had 20 visitors to my site now, and I’ve had 50 views of my latest
video. I think I’m becoming some sort of superstar!”
“Talking
of superstars, here comes your hero,” Grace nodded towards an office door.
The
door opened and the sun seemed to shine brighter as an older man stepped out.
He beamed a megawatt smile at everyone and held his arms wide to welcome them.
His silver hair was perfectly styled and the collar of his red satin shirt
pulled up. He looked like he was walking onto a stage.
Grace
smiled back at Sylvester Sylver. After watching the storage TV programmes she
now agreed with Frankie that Sylvester was the best auctioneer on the telly.
Though why he left sunny California for this land of lemon suckers was a puzzle
to her.
Frankie
grabbed Grace’s sleeve. He hissed, “Grace, I need a favour.”
Grace
frowned at him. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”
He
shook his head. “Will you ask Sylvester if I can film him for my website? Just
the opening bit where he tells everyone the rules.”
“Why
can’t you ask him? I thought he
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