Eglantine: A Paranormal Adventure (Allie's Ghost Hunters series: Case 1)
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before you controls much of what’s happening now. That’s the Predecessor Law. And it’s beyond anyone’s ability to change the Predecessor Law by installing cures or studying the bagua.’ ‘Then what am I supposed to do?’ Mum demanded. ‘For heaven’s sake, Trish -’ ‘It’s all right. Calm down. There is a solution.’ No doubt Trish began to describe what the solution was, but at that point I wandered away to look at a nature program on the television. So I missed what she said, and as a result I was
international interest.’ ‘Oh?’ Mum sounded dazed and confused. ‘So far, the film is all we’ve got,’ Sylvia finished. ‘None of the other cameras recorded anything of interest, and we didn’t pick up anything on audio, either. But we’ll keep looking. Have there been any further developments, Judy?’ ‘Well – no,’ Mum replied. ‘Not as such.’ ‘Yes, there have,’ I interrupted. ‘The story’s started again.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Sylvia. ‘Is that you, Judy?’ ‘It’s Alethea,’ Mum growled. ‘Alethea,
demanded. But Mr McGarrigle couldn’t talk. He kept coughing and clearing his throat. I stepped into Bethan’s bedroom. A kind of lamp was burning on the floor. A silver bowl had been knocked over, and water spilled. There were little heaps of things: smooth pebbles, flower petals, salt, rice. ‘I – I was meditating,’ Mr McGarrigle said hoarsely. ‘In a trance. I – when I reached the second plane, I -’ ‘What?’ said Mum, as Mr McGarrigle paused. ‘Someone tried to choke me!’ he cried. His voice
incomplete for us, because she had left no letters or diaries. We had only her album, and two stories written out in a hand that was instantly recognisable. One of these stories was completed, and it was called ‘The Adamantine Tower’. The other was called ‘Emilie and Osric’. I hardly dared pick it up. ‘This is the one,’ I breathed. ‘Look, Mum. This is it. The original.’ ‘Show me,’ said Richard. Reverently, he turned the pages. On the last page, the writing was smeared and unsteady. It stopped
human intervention, what happens after that? How can you get rid of this thing?’ Sylvia blinked. ‘Get rid of it?’ she echoed. ‘Yes. That’s what you do, isn’t it? You’re a kind of ghost-buster, aren’t you?’ ‘Well . . . no,’ said Sylvia. ‘Actually, I’m not.’ ‘You’re not?’ ‘My job is to identify what the problem is – if it’s paranormal or not. If it is, and you want it stopped, well . . . we can make some suggestions -’ ‘Like what?’ Mum sounded quite cross, and Ray put a hand on her shoulder.