Ghosts ...and many other creatures E-Book

Bernd Russy

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 99

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

For some, ghosts are terrifying and frightening, for others they are an opportunity to practise the art of magic. The boy Alamé loves magic and is following in the footsteps of his missing father, but his loving mother is not at all happy about this. The girl Marie wants to become a real witch, without her well-heeled and caring father discovering it. Children versus parents and then there are these four ghosts: SCHRECKMATZ, CLEVERLE, HOKIBUS and WITZMACHER. An exciting, funny, profound and extremely entertaining adventure. The magician Plumberak is also involved. However, he stumbles badly when it comes to steering the individual storylines and destinies.

Leseprobe

Ghosts ...and many other creatures

About the author

Bernd Russy is a primary school teacher, composer, lyricist and musician. He has now turned his children's musical "Gespenster - und so manch anderes Getier" into a book as his debut work.

The author lives in Saarland. In addition to his passion for music and writing, he also loves yoga, bouldering, hiking, jogging, cycling and being out in nature. His interest in mysticism, magic and spirituality are always incorporated into his extensive work. Above all, he loves childlike humor and has fun with funny incidents that always make you laugh.

About the illustrator

Mia Sophie Jasef lives in Nuremberg and attends Q12 at Peter-Vischer-Gymnasium. In the 2022/23 school year, she received the award in art for the first time, which she is very pleased about, as art is "only a minor subject" in many schools. In her free time, she loves art and culture (museums, theater, concerts), enjoys reading, likes to watch a crime scene to relax and, of course, draws almost every free minute. She also describes herself as the biggest "Lord of the Rings" fan of all time. Being part of Bernd Russy's book makes her very proud!

Many thanks to the lectors

Elisa Gab & Alwine Schäfer

1.a caring father

"I need a full-time worker, a housekeeper who is there 40 hours a week. She has to cook for my daughter Marie and keep our property in good shape ... the usual things!"

There was a brief pause, during which Mr. Sangis, a tall man with dark eyes, a small moustache and slightly greying hair, gazed thoughtfully through the window into the distance. Holding the telephone receiver with his right hand, he played with a gold ballpoint pen with his left, always ready to make a few notes.

"Yes ... our castle has a living space of 4800 sq ft."

Once again there was silence. Mr. Sangis listened intently to the voice from the receiver. Slowly, he put the pen aside and smoothed his pinstripe suit with his now free hand. He nodded in agreement, smiled kindly and raised his shoulders. The conversation would surely be finished in a moment.

"Good, then I'll expect you here tomorrow at 7.30 am. Thank you very much." Mr. Sangis hung up the phone, straightened his tie in front of the mirror and grabbed the briefcase that was already on the desk. Satisfied, he walked back into the living room to say goodbye to his daughter Marie. A long, busy day lay ahead of him and his father were already very late because of the phone call.

In a bit of a hurry, he wanted to kiss his daughter goodbye and then set off.

Marie was sitting in the dining room with her feet on the table. She was making a snippy face, her curly auburn hair was sticking up wildly in all directions, and to top it all off she was wearing a kind of "witch's hat". Well, at least it matched her dress, which was covered in all kinds of colorful patches.

"I don't need a babysitter!" she blurted out, "A cleaning lady for all I care, who can also tidy my room! But I don't need anyone to look after me or cook for me!"

"Marie!" said Mr. Sangis patiently as he gently pushed her feet off the table. "You're only ten years old. Think for yourself. I'm obliged to organize care for you while I'm away. I am very proud of your independence, but you should realize that you are still too young to spend all day alone in our castle. To be honest, you've been on your own for far too long since your mother ..."

He didn't say any more and just looked at his daughter with sad eyes.

"Look on the bright side. Finally, a woman in the house again who you can talk to about anything that’s on your mind or if you just feel like it."

Mr. Sangis looked at Marie's pinched face. Sighing, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and turned to leave.

"Unfortunately, it's going to be late tonight. Please close all the windows and doors and go to bed early. I promise you a breakfast fit for a king in the morning as compensation." Just as he was about to close the door to his room, he remembered the post he had left in the hallway the day before.

"Oh, by the way, there are still a few parcels here that the letter carrier brought. What have you ordered again?"

Marie waited for the front door to lock before rushing into the hallway.

"... toys, doll's clothes and a new Barbie, number 28!" she had called after her father in reply. But that wasn't true.

But she should never have told him anything about the true content. Everything would have been sent back immediately and her father would have banned Marie from playing on the computer for a long time! And then? The opportunity to order interesting things over the Internet would have been over.

How long and how eagerly she had waited for this delivery!

A full 52 hours, she realized with a glance at her wristwatch. Far too long! Marie laboriously dragged the huge boxes into the living room.

13 pieces - apparently everything was delivered! Excited, she started unpacking.

"Wow! Wow!" she exclaimed as she pulled the strangest things out of the boxes.

Marie blinked her eyes almost in disbelief as she flicked through a thick book with curved letters on the cover:

"How do I become a witch?"

She reverently touched the dark red leather cover, each deeply embossed word of the title and the gold print of the individual pages.

"At last, I've got it! The original instructions!"

Clutching the book tightly to her, she danced around the room, exuberant and happy. After a few turns, however, the unpacking continued. Magic wands, magic powder, a nondescript glass ball, different colored juices, roots, bags of herbs and all sorts of tins with rather foul-smelling contents, she pulled out of the boxes and carefully lined everything up on the floor next to each other. She carefully placed a dark-colored magic wand, antennae of various lengths, old writings, shimmering, glowing substances, a large copper-colored cauldron and several sticky essences next to it.

"Wow!", Marie exclaimed as she picked up the thick book again and rummaged through it.

"Super! Mega strong! How to get zombies out of graves or drain vampires of blood. That's really crazy!" She turned the pages in amazement.

"A dinner of toad slime, nettles, herbs and bitter swamp water - yuck!" Goosebumps covered her body at the idea of tasting something like that.

"How to attract ghosts, how to catch them and how to annoy them!" Marie sat back down at the table and began to study the chapter more closely. It had aroused her curiosity. She went through instruction after instruction in great detail, searched intently through the individual packages and materials on the floor for some bizarre items and draped them carefully on the large dining room table while quietly muttering a special incantation from the witch book:

"You heat them up with bacon and corn and once they're there, you cook them!"

Suddenly the door handle cracked! Marie's father entered the room completely unexpectedly.

"Oh, by the way, here's the second front door key so you can lock up. I had put it in by mistake." Mr. Sangis had returned in a frantic hurry. He turned directly to leave, but the startled look on his otherwise so confident daughter's face had not escaped him. He turned around again and only now noticed the strange objects scattered around the room.

There was a short pause during which no one spoke.

"Uhh ... the new equipment for Barbie's Ken number 16 ..., he's a spaceman!" Marie stammered in response to her father's questioning look as she quickly held two of the antennas lying around to her ears with a smile.

Mr. Sangis shook his head uncomprehendingly, but hurried to leave the room as he was already too late anyway. However, he decided to take a closer look at Marie's new acquisitions the next day.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. That was luck! If her father had had time to take a closer look at all these witchy things, he would have been very surprised and probably even angry at her fib. Because with the best will in the world there was no "Barbie stuff" to be found among all these things. He would certainly have made her pack everything up again, explaining that these were definitely not toys for ten-year-old girls. She didn't even want to think about the punishment. Glad to have escaped this fate once again, Marie got back to work with her fascinating, magical material.

2.alamé

In another place, not far away, Mrs. Lisa Boritsch and her son Alamé were walking through the pouring rain at the same time. The streets were flooded because the drainage shafts could no longer cope with the huge volumes of water. Mrs. Boritsch, a woman in her mid-30s, wrapped in a long, somewhat worn coat, was freezing miserably. She had an old aviator cap on her head to protect her half-length brown curls from the damp. Holding an old-fashioned umbrella with several holes in it in her right hand, she tried with the other to keep a suitcase weighing as little as possible on the wet ground. Alamé trotted a few steps behind his mother and made a sad face. The glasses on his nose were so fogged up and blind from the raindrops that he could no longer see through them properly. The boy didn't need them anyway, so he simply dropped them on the ground unnoticed. Alamé felt tired and miserable. He was shivering, just like his mother, as his rain jacket was already letting water through in several places. Lugging the two suitcases was simply too much effort and, groaning softly, he set them down on the wet floor again and again.

Mrs. Boritsch turned to him. She looked lovingly at her son. What a handsome boy he was! The dark curls that peeked out cheekily from his hood and those blue eyes, which unfortunately so often looked sad.

"We're almost there. The new apartment must be here somewhere. Come on, Alamé! Don't hang your head! You'll like it here and you're sure to make some friends after a while," she tried to encourage him.

Alamé nodded silently. His mother clearly recognized the doubt on her eleven-year-old son's face. Her heart clenched wistfully, but she tried to sound confident as she continued:

"Working at the castle, I earn almost twice as much money as before! We can finally live normally, afford a bigger apartment and are no longer dependent on other people's help."

Both were silent. Making their way through the rain, they each pursued their own thoughts.