Betsy Haynes

Smashwords Edition

Copyright Betsy Haynes

Chapter 1


There went Uncle Morton, whirling around the living room again with a big grin on his face. He was all by himself, but he held his arms up in the air as if he were dancing with a partner.

Susannah smiled and went right on dusting. The ghost of Aunt Gladys was here. Aunt Gladys visited Uncle Morton every Thursday afternoon, and he would slick down his hair, dress up in his best suit and put a stack of records on the old Victrola. Then around and around they would go. Today they were dancing the Tango with its quick, jerky steps and dramatic deep dips.

Susannah, age eleven, was very much alive, but Aunt Gladys was one of the Dearly Departed, as the Colby family ghosts had come to be called. Susannah’s mother always said that the reason their spirits remained among the living was because they couldn’t bear the thought of leaving all of their loved ones. The Colbys were a happy, close knit family who lived in a rambling New England farmhouse well past the edge of a tiny town in the hills of New Hampshire and ran an Antiques and Junque Shop in their barn.

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