Haunting Echoes
After all, she nearly died last time she became
involved – not through anybody else’s fault but entirely
due to her own big-headedness, thinking she was
clever enough to cope alone. Luckily, she was rescued
when Sarah tracked down her whereabouts.
Polly wallowed in the frisson of pure pleasure that
consumed her as she remembered the hammering
…the ghostly hammering. Who would have thought that
she was what Sarah called clairaudient? A thought
struck her suddenly. How could she be sure that she
had never heard ghostly sounds before? After all, the
noise seemed very real. Sarah says that many of the
spirit people she sees look as solid as people in real life,
so how many of the folk we see walking about are not
living? Some might be long dead! The train of thought
led her to consider the mediæval garb of ghosts
reported to be haunting old castles. Their clothing
suggests that they lived in another era but the recent
dead would be in modern garb. Some of the tourists
wandering around the grounds might actually be
ghosts of the recently dead!
With a start, Polly uttered a cry of alarm – the milk,
which she thought she was watching so carefully,
surged up the sides of the pan and hissed over onto
the glowing electric ring. She was still muttering with
annoyance at her own carelessness when Pat breezed
back into the kitchen. “Come on now auntie, sit down
and enjoy a cup of coffee. I’ll clear that up for you. It
does me good to see that you’re not perfect after all!”
“That’s enough cheek from you, young lady,” Polly
laughed, taking advantage of the offer and pulling a
kitchen chair away from the table. From one of the
drawers she lifted what she called her Day Book. It was
more than a diary; as well as reminders of things to be
done, it was where she recorded happenings that she
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