TITLE: Booberry Pie
GENRE: Chapter book
“Shhhhhh,” I said to my two best friends, Emma and Tim. “The guests are talking about ghosts.”
We hid behind two big, green plants beside the porch at the Mountain Air Bed and Breakfast. That’s the inn my parents run. Inn rule # 1. Do not interrupt when adults are talking, especially adult guests. There is no rule about hiding and listening, not yet.
“Seen any ghosts around here?” the man asked the woman. They walked across the porch and sat in rockers, side by side.
Ghosts here! I thought. A chill ran through me and froze my words before I could spit them out.
“Ghosts?” I heard the woman ask. “Here?” She didn’t sound too happy about it either.
“Heard any?” the man said, like seeing or hearing a ghost was the most normal thing in the world.
“No, I haven’t,” the woman answered.
I peeked through the bushes for a better look. The man had white hair that sprouted every which way. His skin was so white and thin; he looked pale as a ghost himself. I’ve never actually seen a ghost, but I think it would be as white and thin as fog. The man wasn’t that thin, but close. He looked like he stepped right out of the past, from the top hat to the vest to the buttoned shoes.
“My name is Napoleon T. Geist,” the man said. “I prefer the name Pole.”
The woman said her name was Molly.