Ghostworks Book 1

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Ghostworks Book 1

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From the bestselling author of the ‘Mr Midnight’ and ‘Mr Mystery’ books, which have sold over 3 million copies around the world, comes a fantastically creepy and thoroughly absorbing new series. Each Ghostworks book contains two chilling tales which will entrance young readers.

Book 1 features:

Story 1: THE GRAVES OF GASPER WEAVELL

How come one man has two graves in the same cemetery? When Noah and his friends try to find out, they unleash the forgotten dead!

Story 2: THE HAUNTED HOARDER

Aunt Rosie’s house is full of junk. But amongst all the rubbish is a deadly secret ghosts would kill for!

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An excerpt from Ghostworks Book 1 by James Lee

“When you’re dead, you’re dead,” I said. “They’ll either dump you into a hole in the ground, or they’ll burn you in an oven.”

Noah Redmond, that’s my name. And whenever people talk about spooky stuff, I get really angry. So does my friend Jason Kane. We’re into football and TV, sensible stuff like that — stuff you can see!

But my girlfriend, Zoe Middleton, is another story. She believes in ghosts and the supernatural. And what’s worse, Zoe has a weird hobby. She collects names. Not names of living people, but names of the dead.

Last week on the school bus, I asked her why she did it. Do you know what she said? “Noah, if we want to know more about ourselves, we have to find out where we came from, which means we have to find out the names of our ancestors and trace them back through time.”

Jason and I just stared at her as though she had two heads. We’d never heard anything so ridiculous.

“But I know who my granddad and grandmother are,” Jason argued.

“Of course you do,” Zoe said, shooting him the kind of look a teacher gives you when you get the answer wrong. “But who were their grandparents? And who were their grandparents’ grandparents?”

“Does it matter?” Jason asked.

“What if they were famous?” Zoe fired back. “Or rich? Or did important things?”

Jason snorted. “I don’t think any of my ancestors were rich or important. I mean, my dad mows lawns for a living!”

Zoe held up her hand. “That doesn’t mean a thing. What if he had famous people in his family one hundred or two hundred years ago? What if they owned castles or ships or something?”

“I bet they just mowed lawns too,” Jason tossed back. I burst out laughing.

“You boys think you know everything,” Zoe snapped. “Why don’t you open your minds to new ideas? Why don’t you come with me on Saturday afternoon and help me collect some names?”

“Huh?” My jaw dropped. “I’d rather play computer games.”

“Typical!” Zoe scoffed. “How boring!” “No more boring than sitting in a library looking up old names,” I said.

A mysterious smile spread over Zoe’s face. “Noah, I don’t collect the names in libraries.” She dropped her voice. “I go to cemeteries.

“You’re joking!” I blurted out.

“Where else would I find the names of the dead?” she said. “I write down the names I see on gravestones and then Google them when I get home. It’s amazing what I find out.”

Jason gave her a skeptical look. “Are you sure you’re allowed to do that? I mean, go into cemeteries and write down names?”

“It’s like you’re snooping on the dead,” I said. “Isn’t there a law against that?”

“Shows how little you know!” Zoe retorted. She stared at us defiantly. “I dare you both to come with me on Saturday. All youneed is   a notebook and a pen. Then again, if you’re too chicken,” she taunted, a devious smile spreading across herface,  “if you’rescared of dead bodies or frightened of seeing a few ghosts, feel free to stay at home!”