Lost And Found: A Cozy Ghost Mystery (Storage Ghost Mysteries Book 2)
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“What happened to you? Why were those men attacking you?” Grace asked.
Frankie stared at her with wide eyes. “What the hell just happened? You turned in to some sort of raving banshee! You nearly killed those men! With a tea pot!”
Grace gave a little shrug. “I got angry, that’s all. I didn’t kill them, I didn’t aim for their heads did I?”
“Well that’s a relief, you just maimed them, and possibly broke someone’s cheek!”
Grace gave another shrug as if it was a small matter. The reality of what she’d just done was starting to scare her. Why had she acted like that? It was like someone else had taken over her body. She shook her head a little, she’d think about that later. She said, “Tell me what happened.”
“Those two idiots came round to measure up the shop for shelves and stuff. They said Eddie had sent them and that he wanted the shop ready by Friday.”
“He can’t just take it!” Grace said. “We’ll have to put something on your face, you’ve got some bruising, your lips look awful.”
“Never mind about that, I can take care of myself. I tried to stop them and that’s when they decided to ‘teach me a lesson’. I think they were intending to do that anyway. I’m glad you weren’t here.”
Grace sighed and leaned against the counter. “What are we going to do, Frankie? He’s going to get the shop, isn’t he? We can’t pay him back.”
Frankie nodded and said, “I know. We need a miracle.”
Grace suddenly stood up straight. “We might have a miracle, right here, under this counter.”
She looked under the counter. “Frankie, where are those old cameras?”
Frankie gave her a proud smile. “I sold them.”
Grace gave him a careful look, she kept her voice steady as she said, “How much did you get?”
“£50! Can you believe it? For those old things?”
Frankie looked so happy about his sale that Grace didn’t have the heart to tell him the real value. She still had the photos to sell. But how long would that take? And how much would they sell for?
Frankie’s phone beeped. He took it out of his pocket, his smile vanished when he read it.
“It’s from Eddie, isn’t it?” Grace said.
Frankie nodded and tried to put the phone back in his pocket.
“Tell me what it says,” Grace said.
Frankie got unsteadily to his feet and cast a slow look around the shop, his shoulders sagged as if someone had just placed a boulder there.
Grace took his phone and looked at the message.
‘Tick tock, time’s up. See you soon. XXX’
Grace joined Frankie’s surveillance of the shop. She said, “He’s won, he’s going to take the shop. We’ve lost everything now. We can’t sink any lower.”
She was wrong.
A note from the author
Just like Frankie in this story I love watching storage auction programmes. I’ve never been to one but I’d love to visit one of the big ones in America, I’m sure I’d be useless at bidding though – I’d be too excited.
When I watch the shows I always wonder where the items have come from, and who they belonged to. I wondered what would happen if some of the items had ghosts attached. I reached a point where I couldn’t stand it anymore and I knew I had to write some stories down, I was inspired by the variety of items that have been discovered in storage lockers.
I hope you enjoyed this second story. If you did could you post a quick review? Thank you, I read all my reviews and I really do appreciate them.
Here is the link to the first story – Jacob’s Coins:
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Find out what happened to Grace’s parents in the third story, Tick Tock:
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STORAGE GHOSTS – LOST AND FOUND
By
GILLIAN LARKIN
KINDLE EDITION
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Copyright 2014 by Gillian Larkin
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This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.