Ghost House Read Online Free Page A
Author: Carol Colbert
Tags: Ghost, ghost humor, ghost book, ghost cozy mystery
sure there are
bolt locks on that side door first.”
“And not until we get some curtains or
something on these windows down here so no one can look in.” Sarah
added.
“But then can I?” Sarah and Jim looked at
each other and shrugged. “I guess if you want to it would be O.K.”
Riley started laughing and dancing around and Suzanne said “What do
I get?” “You get to have your very own room again and it is right
across from mom and dad’s room.” Suzanne started to laugh and dance
around just like her sister did.
Chapter 4
The next morning Riley and Sarah were putting
the broken down cardboard boxes into large garbage bags when the
cable guy knocked on the front door. At first it startled them
since they had yet to use that front door since the side door was
so much more convenient to their cars.
Riley kept looking at the very tall young man
who was installing their cable TV and internet. She thought he was
very cute.
“Have you been a cable man for a long time?”
Riley asked.
“About ten years. Where are you folks
from?”
“Tennessee, why?”
“I like your accent.” “I don’t have an
accent, you do.” Riley smiled. “All set, Mrs. Gaunter.” He said,
handing her the TV remotes and showing her how to log on and how to
set up her email. “Seems like I am here a lot.” He said.
“Here, in this house you mean, or in the
neighborhood?” Sarah asked him. “No, I mean in this house. People
come and go all the time. Don’t know why, it’s a decent little
house, nice neighborhood. It never stays vacant for very long, but
people don’t stay long either.” He asked Sarah if there was
anything else he needed to explain to her about their services,
gave her a list of the cable channels and remotes, smiled at Riley
and took his leave.
“One more item to check off our list!” Sarah
said.
Sarah and Riley had just finished bagging up
the cardboard boxes when Sarah looked outside. “Oh look, Riley,
people have begun putting their trash at the curb, so tomorrow must
be trash day. I meant to call earlier to find out. It will be good
to get all of these bags of boxes out of here. We certainly had
enough of them.”
They hauled all of the trash out to the curb.
Sarah noticed an older woman in the window across the street. Sarah
smiled and waved to her. The curtain covered the window again and
the lady was gone. Maybe I shouldn’t have waved to her, this
isn’t the south, and people are more reserved here.
Sarah and Riley turned to go back in the back
door when they saw a man holding the screen door open as if he were
about to walk into their house. “Excuse me!” Sarah shouted, running
over to the man. Suzanne was in the house. “Sir, excuse me!” The
man turned around. He was about sixty years old and had an odd look
on his face. Sarah walked up to him and said “Is there something
that you wanted?”
“I’m Joe.” He said, obviously expecting her
to know who he was. “Yes. Joe, why are you here?”
“Just checking up on things. My granddaddy
built this house.”
“Oh, you are the owner then, would you like
to come in and have a glass of ice tea?”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Joe said, walking in
ahead of them. “Stove and refrigerator to your liking? “
“Everything is just fine, thank you.” Sarah said, motioning to the
dining room table and handing him a glass of ice tea.
“Mom, I’m going to take some of my stuff
downstairs. Can we go to the store today for the curtains?”
“Yes, as soon as Mr. – I’m sorry, Joe, what
is your last name?” “Witters, Joseph Witters. You’re not planning
to make a bedroom out of the basement, are you?”
Before either Sarah or Riley could answer,
Suzanne ran into the room. “Hello, Mr. Whiskers, my name is
Suzanne. Glad to meet you!” She said as she held out her hand for
him to shake.
Joe Witters looked at Riley instead of
answering Suzanne. “Are you planning to make a room in the
basement, young lady?”
Sarah,
bolt locks on that side door first.”
“And not until we get some curtains or
something on these windows down here so no one can look in.” Sarah
added.
“But then can I?” Sarah and Jim looked at
each other and shrugged. “I guess if you want to it would be O.K.”
Riley started laughing and dancing around and Suzanne said “What do
I get?” “You get to have your very own room again and it is right
across from mom and dad’s room.” Suzanne started to laugh and dance
around just like her sister did.
Chapter 4
The next morning Riley and Sarah were putting
the broken down cardboard boxes into large garbage bags when the
cable guy knocked on the front door. At first it startled them
since they had yet to use that front door since the side door was
so much more convenient to their cars.
Riley kept looking at the very tall young man
who was installing their cable TV and internet. She thought he was
very cute.
“Have you been a cable man for a long time?”
Riley asked.
“About ten years. Where are you folks
from?”
“Tennessee, why?”
“I like your accent.” “I don’t have an
accent, you do.” Riley smiled. “All set, Mrs. Gaunter.” He said,
handing her the TV remotes and showing her how to log on and how to
set up her email. “Seems like I am here a lot.” He said.
“Here, in this house you mean, or in the
neighborhood?” Sarah asked him. “No, I mean in this house. People
come and go all the time. Don’t know why, it’s a decent little
house, nice neighborhood. It never stays vacant for very long, but
people don’t stay long either.” He asked Sarah if there was
anything else he needed to explain to her about their services,
gave her a list of the cable channels and remotes, smiled at Riley
and took his leave.
“One more item to check off our list!” Sarah
said.
Sarah and Riley had just finished bagging up
the cardboard boxes when Sarah looked outside. “Oh look, Riley,
people have begun putting their trash at the curb, so tomorrow must
be trash day. I meant to call earlier to find out. It will be good
to get all of these bags of boxes out of here. We certainly had
enough of them.”
They hauled all of the trash out to the curb.
Sarah noticed an older woman in the window across the street. Sarah
smiled and waved to her. The curtain covered the window again and
the lady was gone. Maybe I shouldn’t have waved to her, this
isn’t the south, and people are more reserved here.
Sarah and Riley turned to go back in the back
door when they saw a man holding the screen door open as if he were
about to walk into their house. “Excuse me!” Sarah shouted, running
over to the man. Suzanne was in the house. “Sir, excuse me!” The
man turned around. He was about sixty years old and had an odd look
on his face. Sarah walked up to him and said “Is there something
that you wanted?”
“I’m Joe.” He said, obviously expecting her
to know who he was. “Yes. Joe, why are you here?”
“Just checking up on things. My granddaddy
built this house.”
“Oh, you are the owner then, would you like
to come in and have a glass of ice tea?”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Joe said, walking in
ahead of them. “Stove and refrigerator to your liking? “
“Everything is just fine, thank you.” Sarah said, motioning to the
dining room table and handing him a glass of ice tea.
“Mom, I’m going to take some of my stuff
downstairs. Can we go to the store today for the curtains?”
“Yes, as soon as Mr. – I’m sorry, Joe, what
is your last name?” “Witters, Joseph Witters. You’re not planning
to make a bedroom out of the basement, are you?”
Before either Sarah or Riley could answer,
Suzanne ran into the room. “Hello, Mr. Whiskers, my name is
Suzanne. Glad to meet you!” She said as she held out her hand for
him to shake.
Joe Witters looked at Riley instead of
answering Suzanne. “Are you planning to make a room in the
basement, young lady?”
Sarah,