was your new best friend.”
Frankie
pulled her closer and said, “I can’t ask him that! I’d look like a right idiot,
like some sort of star struck fan!”
Grace
couldn’t keep her smile in. “But you are a star struck fan, I’m sure he
wouldn’t mind if you asked him.”
Frankie
let go of her sleeve and looked at the ground. “Please, Grace, I’m too
embarrassed to ask. What if he says no? I couldn’t bear it.”
Grace’s
eyes widened. She’d never known Frankie to be embarrassed about anything.
“Okay, I’ll ask him. Don’t we need to sign in at the office?”
Frankie
looked up and gave her a quick grin. “Thanks, Grace, I’ll sign us in whilst you
talk to Sylvester. Make him think it was your idea.”
Frankie
sped off to the office.
Big
Bob looked down at Grace and said, “I heard all of that. He’s still in awe of
Sylvester, isn’t he?”
Grace
nodded. “He is. I’d better go and talk to the great man.”
Sylvester
Sylver was more than happy to be filmed. “Make sure you don’t include anyone
else’s faces though, you’d need their written permission to broadcast the video.”
Frankie
almost burst with glee when Grace told him the good news. His hands shook as he
started to film the great auctioneer.
“Let
me do it, it’ll look like we’re having an earthquake with your shaky hands,”
Grace said.
She
took his phone and pressed record. Sylvester looked around the crowd and
treated them again to his Hollywood smile.
“Good
morning, folks! What a beautiful day it is. And what amazing lockers we’ve got
for you today! As always, you get 30 seconds to look inside the locker. No one
is allowed in, you will be thrown out if you do!” At this point Sylvester
flexed his muscles. There were a few laughs, the loudest came from Frankie.
Sylvester continued, “Whoever gets the highest bid gets the locker. It’s cash
only, no cheques, no IOUs and no running off to an ATM! Are we ready? I can’t
hear you! Are we ready?”
Frankie
almost deafened Grace with his cheers.
Grace
had kept the phone steady. It hadn’t been easy. As she looked at the phone’s
screen she’d seen ghosts wandering around the storage facility. The hairs on
her arms had lifted as some of them passed close by. She’d held her nerve as
some stared right at her, as if sensing that she could see them.
As
soon as she pressed stop on the phone the awful images disappeared.
She
had no idea that there were so many ghosts around. She shivered, it felt like
one had just walked through her.
What
were they all doing here? Were they all attached to items from the lockers? Or was
this the norm? Did ghosts roam around freely everywhere?
Frankie
took the phone and quickly looked at the footage. “Awesome. Can’t wait to post
this.”
The
first storage locker was opened.
Grace
wasn’t sure if she wanted to see anymore ghosts.
She
didn’t have a choice.
Chapter 3
Big
Bob said to them, “This is a good unit, look at all that furniture, looks
Victorian to me. Are you interested in bidding?”
Frankie
narrowed his eyes as he looked at the contents. “No, it’s good stuff but it
won’t fit in our shop.”
“I’m
planning to bid. I’m going closer for a better look,” Big Bob said.
“I’ll
come with you,” Grace said.
She
wasn’t bothered about the furniture, she wanted a closer look at the ghost that
was inside the locker.
Whilst
Big Bob examined the huge wardrobe and dining table Grace looked at the female
ghost.
She
was sitting on an upholstered chair, her skirt flowing down to her feet. The
young woman was smiling as she worked on a tapestry.
Grace
smiled at the scene. For a moment she wondered what it must have been like to
be a Victorian woman. To have everyone decide your life for you. Your only
concern was to find a wealthy husband. No worries about running a business.
Would
Grace like it? She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined all her problems
floating away. It would feel
Frankie
pulled her closer and said, “I can’t ask him that! I’d look like a right idiot,
like some sort of star struck fan!”
Grace
couldn’t keep her smile in. “But you are a star struck fan, I’m sure he
wouldn’t mind if you asked him.”
Frankie
let go of her sleeve and looked at the ground. “Please, Grace, I’m too
embarrassed to ask. What if he says no? I couldn’t bear it.”
Grace’s
eyes widened. She’d never known Frankie to be embarrassed about anything.
“Okay, I’ll ask him. Don’t we need to sign in at the office?”
Frankie
looked up and gave her a quick grin. “Thanks, Grace, I’ll sign us in whilst you
talk to Sylvester. Make him think it was your idea.”
Frankie
sped off to the office.
Big
Bob looked down at Grace and said, “I heard all of that. He’s still in awe of
Sylvester, isn’t he?”
Grace
nodded. “He is. I’d better go and talk to the great man.”
Sylvester
Sylver was more than happy to be filmed. “Make sure you don’t include anyone
else’s faces though, you’d need their written permission to broadcast the video.”
Frankie
almost burst with glee when Grace told him the good news. His hands shook as he
started to film the great auctioneer.
“Let
me do it, it’ll look like we’re having an earthquake with your shaky hands,”
Grace said.
She
took his phone and pressed record. Sylvester looked around the crowd and
treated them again to his Hollywood smile.
“Good
morning, folks! What a beautiful day it is. And what amazing lockers we’ve got
for you today! As always, you get 30 seconds to look inside the locker. No one
is allowed in, you will be thrown out if you do!” At this point Sylvester
flexed his muscles. There were a few laughs, the loudest came from Frankie.
Sylvester continued, “Whoever gets the highest bid gets the locker. It’s cash
only, no cheques, no IOUs and no running off to an ATM! Are we ready? I can’t
hear you! Are we ready?”
Frankie
almost deafened Grace with his cheers.
Grace
had kept the phone steady. It hadn’t been easy. As she looked at the phone’s
screen she’d seen ghosts wandering around the storage facility. The hairs on
her arms had lifted as some of them passed close by. She’d held her nerve as
some stared right at her, as if sensing that she could see them.
As
soon as she pressed stop on the phone the awful images disappeared.
She
had no idea that there were so many ghosts around. She shivered, it felt like
one had just walked through her.
What
were they all doing here? Were they all attached to items from the lockers? Or was
this the norm? Did ghosts roam around freely everywhere?
Frankie
took the phone and quickly looked at the footage. “Awesome. Can’t wait to post
this.”
The
first storage locker was opened.
Grace
wasn’t sure if she wanted to see anymore ghosts.
She
didn’t have a choice.
Chapter 3
Big
Bob said to them, “This is a good unit, look at all that furniture, looks
Victorian to me. Are you interested in bidding?”
Frankie
narrowed his eyes as he looked at the contents. “No, it’s good stuff but it
won’t fit in our shop.”
“I’m
planning to bid. I’m going closer for a better look,” Big Bob said.
“I’ll
come with you,” Grace said.
She
wasn’t bothered about the furniture, she wanted a closer look at the ghost that
was inside the locker.
Whilst
Big Bob examined the huge wardrobe and dining table Grace looked at the female
ghost.
She
was sitting on an upholstered chair, her skirt flowing down to her feet. The
young woman was smiling as she worked on a tapestry.
Grace
smiled at the scene. For a moment she wondered what it must have been like to
be a Victorian woman. To have everyone decide your life for you. Your only
concern was to find a wealthy husband. No worries about running a business.
Would
Grace like it? She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined all her problems
floating away. It would feel
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