Chapter 2 (Part 2)
"How long is all this going to take?" asked Sam, regretting the loss of his comfortable home.
"Oh, don't worry, Dad will soon do it. And you can help," she added cheerfully.
Sam was not so enthusiastic about that. "I'm not a plumber," he grumbled.
"No love, but you can work in the garden - chop down overgrown trees and do all sorts of jobs. The sort of jobs you get paid for..." she added coaxingly.
That sounds better, thought Sam.
Suddenly, they were sitting in the dark. "Oh no, the lights have fused!" complained Dad. "Where did you pack the torch? Have we got candles?"
"We have hem, but which box they are in I really don't know. What about the torch you keep in the car?" Mum reminded him.
"Good thinking," answered Dad. In the dim light from the window Sam saw his father rise to his feet but suddenly freeze, as if taken aback. Sam turned towards the sound at the doorway and gasped in fright. He felt the hairs on his scalp tingle. There, silhouetted against the faint light of the hallway, was a large grey shape, moving stealthily towards them. Sam heard the sharp intake of breath behind him as his mother saw the shape looming closer. She grabbed Sam's shoulder and drew him back close to her. Sam sensed her fear, and there was no reassurance in her touch. This must be the ghost they had scoffed about, he thought, as his heartbeat thudded loudly in his ears.
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