Jacob's Coins: A Cozy Ghost Mystery (Storage Ghost Mysteries Book 1) Read Online Free

arguing with
me! And it’s cash only. No cheques, no running to an ATM and no IOUs! Are we
clear?”
    There
were a few murmurs and nods of heads.
    Sylvester
released his megawatt smile and yelled, “Let’s begin!”
    Frankie
gasped. “The first locker is opening! Grace, I can’t believe we’re here. I
think I might throw up!”
    Grace
smiled at her brother. She was happy that he was so excited, he hadn’t been
this excited about anything since the accident.
    The
locker opened and people moved forward.
    “Are
we looking in?” Grace asked.
    “We
might as well,” Frankie said casually. “I know we’re not buying, but we can
look.”
    Grace
looked towards the sky and gave a little shake of her head. He was obviously
lying, she was going to have to let him know that she knew about his plan to
buy something.
    They
moved closer to the locker.
    The
people in front must have spotted something valuable because they were talking
to each other in excited whispers.
    It
was their turn to look.
    Frankie
pointed and said, “Look at that beautiful wardrobe, that’ll be worth a penny or
two. That sideboard looks expensive too, I think it’s probably two hundred
years old.”
    Grace
nodded. She could see the furniture. She could see something else too.
    She
could see the ghost standing at the side of the wardrobe.
     

Chapter 9
     
    Grace
had been seeing strange figures for a while, since after the accident. At first
she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she soon realised that she
was seeing real things. The figures were shadow-like at first but as months
passed, and Grace paid more attention, the shadows took the form of people.
    Grace
knew she was seeing ghosts but there was no way she could tell anyone, Frankie
had never said anything but she knew from his long looks that he still
considered her a risk for another breakdown. She quite often felt on the edge
of one, her doctor said the feeling would pass, that she would get stronger.
    Grace
hoped so, it felt like her self-confidence had died in the accident along with
her parents.
    She
looked at the ghost in the locker. The figure shimmered around the edges
slightly. It looked like the figure was put there as an afterthought, like a
bad special effect. Grace concentrated on the vision, it came more into focus.
    The
ghost was of a small woman, from her clothes Grace guessed that she must have
been from the Victorian age. The woman moved closer to the wardrobe and began
dusting it, she seemed to be singing as she did so. Her lips moved and Grace
heard a faint tune.
    Perhaps
the wardrobe belonged to her? Or had been passed down through her family?
Grace had the sudden urge to move closer to the woman and try to talk to her.
It would be wonderful to find out the history of the items in the locker.
    She
took a step forward, and then stopped herself. She could just imagine what
everyone would say if she started talking to someone that only she could see. Frankie
would drag her away and down to the hospital in a heartbeat.
    Grace
stood still and watched the woman, she was giving the wardrobe a thorough clean.
    “Who’s
going to give me £100 for this beautiful locker?” Sylvester called out. “Looks
like it might be from the Victorian age, these are quality items.”
    The
bidding began. If the Victorian woman was aware of the talking she showed no
indication of it.
    There
were grunts, murmurs and calls of ‘Here!’ as the auction went on. Grace looked
at the bidders, she had no idea who was bidding. She glanced at Frankie, he
looked as confused as she felt.
    “Sold!
To the man with the overgrown beard!” Sylvester announced. “Let’s move on,
folks, there’s plenty more to see.”
    A
hairy-faced man moved towards the locker and pulled the door down. Grace’s last
glimpse of the ghost showed the woman fluttering her duster into the air. Ghost
dust?
    Frankie
rubbed his hands together and grinned at her. “That was awesome! I can’t wait
to join in the