GENRE: MG - fan
12-year-old Geraldine Grey lives in the most haunted house in Louisiana, where she is in charge of taking care of the ghosts.
In the backwoods of Louisiana, where the trees are draped in Spanish moss, and mist rises from the swamps, there is a grand old house called La Maison de Fantômes. It is a mysterious house, cobwebbed and covered in ivy. Its columns are French, its gardens English, and just beyond it, where the alligators rest in the oak grove, is the oldest graveyard in all of the state. Its keeper is Geraldine Grey.
If you ever saw Geraldine, the first thing you would notice was that she was a Very Serious child. At twelve, she had already mastered the stern calmness of a professor, and was prone to carrying exactly three books in her satchel at all times (so as to always have a spare on hand). Her skin was brown, her hair was long, and her elbows and knees knobbier than the branches on an old elm tree. Her most important features, however, were her eyes, which were ghostly white, except for the faint black ring separating her pupils.
Geraldine’s eyes were important, because they were what allowed her to see ghosts.
“Bonsoir, Mister Thompson,” Geraldine greeted the groundskeeper when she arrived at the graveyard that evening – bonsoir, of course, meaning good evening in French.
The crusty, bad-tempered old ghost did not agree with this salutation. “I don’t see what’s so good about it,” he grouched as he rose from his grave and stretched. His bones rattled from the movement.