The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw

The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw
Adopted sisters Lana Beth and Emma Jane are polar opposites, but when the same strange 'tattoo' suddenly appears and winds its way up their bodies within days of each other, they soon realise there's more to their relationship than they could ever have imagined.
Sent off to London for two weeks of 'work experience', the Morgan Sisters soon find themselves being initiated into the ancient Praxos Foundation, one that protects the innocent while fighting evil, both human and supernatural.
At the same time, Lana Beth and Emma Jane must also investigate why the sweet but sometimes pesky ghost of Josiah Grimshaw just won't leave them alone.


3. Three


Outside, the harsh sunlight made it hard to believe that such a ferocious storm had unleashed itself on the island the night before. Apart from the debris piled across the beach, the only other proof of the event lay fighting for their lives in two different hospital rooms.

Lana removed her leopard print cardigan and shoved it into the handbag she wore across her chest before shovelling around to find her favourite over-sized black sunglasses. Putting them on, she flung her bag across her back and climbed onto her bike, pushing away from the hospital and onto the main road.

Scott had been waiting for 25 minutes and was just about to leave when he saw a lone figure cycling uphill towards the castle ruins where they so often met.

'Hey!' he shouted, 'You're late!'

Lana stuck out her tongue childishly and grinned at her and Emma's best friend who stood waiting impatiently. As she pushed the pedals the last few metres, the blonde-haired boy removed the small rucksack from his back, again, and dropped it to the floor.

'Sorry,' she huffed, 'you'll never believe what happened,' she gushed.

'Where's Em?' he asked.

'Give me a minute, I'm getting to that...' she said as she climbed off the bike and let it drop against the crumbling walls of the ancient castle.

'This unconscious guy was found on the beach this morning. Dad and Emma were the first ones down there to help him and when he opened his eyes, he recognised Em. He won't let her leave his side. It's seriously weird.'

'Who is he?' asked Scott as they walked through their favourite archway and sat on the fallen stones where they'd sat a thousand times before.

'Nobody knows, but he sure seems to know Em.'

'So where is she?'

'He fell into a coma at the hospital and she doesn't want to leave him.'

Scott smiled, 'She's such a softie, your sister.'

Lana pretended to be offended, 'And I'm not, you mean?'

'I think you know the answer to that,' he replied, as he shoved her shoulder playfully.

'Well, I guess I'm not quite as soft hearted as she is, I suppose.'

'You reckon?' he laughed.

Lana rolled her eyes and looked through the archway towards the rolling green hills and numerous wind turbines beyond, 'Did you hear about old Mr Grimshaw?'

Scott nodded, 'Did they find him yet?'

'Yeah. He's in the same condition as the young guy. Weird, huh?'

'I guess. Let's hope they both make it.'

Lana nodded and stood up, 'Do you wanna go for a ride?'

'Sure,' he said as they wandered back to their bikes. 'Where do you want to go?'

Lana shrugged her shoulders.

'We could try and get up to Carlton Point?' Scott said with a straight face.

'You are joking, right?'

A chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded, 'Yeah, I know, I know. I wouldn't put you through that. Don't worry, we'll stay on low ground.'

Before he knew what hit him, Lana gave him a swipe with her handbag, nearly knocking him to the ground.

'Ha ha, very funny Scottie.'

'Don't call me that,' he laughed before hopping on his bike, 'Come on, I'll race you!'

'Hey, so not fair,' she laughed as she raced along behind him.

But just as she reached him, she heard him curse as his mobile began ringing.

'That'll be Mum, she said she'd call me if she needed my help today,' he said, slowing down.

'Aww but it's a Saturday, Scott.'

Raising his eyebrows, he pulled the phone out of his pocket, 'Hey Mum... yeah okay. I'll be there in fifteen.'

Clapping the phone shut, he turned to Lana, 'Jeanie had a bit of an accident and had to pop down to the hospital so Mum needs my help in the shop.'

Lana's angry expression vanished, 'Oh, is she okay?'

'And there I was thinking you weren't a softie,' he laughed, adding, 'yeah, she'll be fine. She just cut herself on broken glass. It's a nasty cut and needs a few stitches. I'd better go though. Maybe see you later?'

Lana nodded and shooed him away. 'Go,' she said with a smile, 'I'll see you later.'

Staying put on the side of the road, Lana watched him cycle away into the distance. She didn't want to go home and she certainly didn't fancy going back to the hospital, so she hopped back onto her bike and took an easy ride towards the old churchyard. As she approached the crumbling remains of the building that had been destroyed in 1953, she kept a close eye on Carlton Point which stared back down as if goading her.

But instead of pulling up at the churchyard, something made her continue cycling. It was if they weren't her legs pedalling. She just kept going. Breathless, her heart thumped in her chest as she came to a slow about halfway up the steep hill. Stopping, she climbed off and pushed her bike to the grassy expanse to the side of the pathway, letting it fall to the ground. She followed it and sat down for a few minutes, getting her breath back.

The wind picked up temporarily and with it came a gentle sound. It sounded like someone calling out her name. Turning to look up towards the very top of Carlton Point, Lana couldn't see anyone. Its just my imagination, she thought. It's just because my heart is beating like God knows what. But the sound continued persistently: 'Laaaanaa..... Laaaanaa.... Laaaanaa...'

'What the...?'.

Standing, Lana did a full circle squinting her eyes before chuckling nervously, 'Very funny, Scottie. I know it's you. You can come out now!' she yelled.

But nobody appeared.

She fidgeted with her fingers nervously. Her plan was to climb back on her bike and cycle away but her legs moved in another direction: towards the summit.

No, she thought, no...

But it was no good. She no longer had any control over her body and she continued walking until she reached the pinnacle of Carlton Point. Lana was terrified. She'd always had what she thought to be an irrational fear of heights. Just like Emma had an irrational fear of water. There was no explanation to either phobia. Then why am I here? Why did I climb up?

At the very top of Carlton Point was a small circular patch of ground surrounded by an ancient stone wall. On one side of it was the pathway she'd just walked along... although steep, there were no scary edges as such. But the other side was an altogether different story. She'd seen it in pictures, and from afar, but she'd never seen it up close.

Standing dead centre as she let her handbag fall to the ground, Lana closed her eyes just for a second. I'm not here, she thought, I'm in bed having a nightmare. But the gentle breeze told her a different story. She gulped hard and opened her eyes, her limbs incapable of moving further. But she was no longer in the centre of the circle. She was now looking down at a sheer drop hundreds of feet below.

She could hear her heart beating, feel it thudding in her chest. She couldn't open her mouth; it was too dry. All she wanted to do was scream but she couldn't even do that. Please God don't let me die, she thought.

A sudden massive gust of wind took her feet from beneath her and she was forcefully pushed from the top of Carlton Point, falling silently and peacefully to the rocky hills below.

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