The Supermarket Ghost E-Book

Gordon Snell

• Herausgeber: The O'Brien Press
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012

Seitenzahl: 48

Beschreibung

It seems like another boring summer for Maria, that is until she meets Davy. Did Davy really appear out of nowhere and why can't anyone else see him? Is he linked to the tragic accident that happened twenty years ago? And are all the dark rumours about Paddy Breen true? Reluctant at first, Maria agrees to help Davy on his mission of revenge. She soon finds her world turned upside down as she learns more about Davy's past and Paddy's secret. An exciting and unpredictable ghost story suitable for younger readers.

Leseprobe

THE SUPERMARKET GHOST

Gordon Snell

Illustrator: Bob Byrne

For dearest Maeve, with all my love

Contents

Title PageDedicationCHAPTER ONECHAPTER TWOCHAPTER THREECHAPTER FOURCHAPTER FIVECHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SEVENCHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER NINECHAPTER TENCHAPTER ELEVENCHAPTER TWELVEAbout the AuthorCopyright

CHAPTER ONE

The day Maria O’Malley first saw Davy had begun like an ordinary day. She was with her father, Mike, as he carried the big wooden tray of fresh loaves into the shop. It was the first week of the summer holidays and Maria had agreed to help her dad with his deliveries. She knew that her parents thought that she’d be bored around the house – summer camp wasn’t starting for another two weeks. Maria enjoyed helping her dad, but she didn’t like going into Paddy Breen’s supermarket. Her dad had told her to cheer up, so Maria put on an eager smile as she walked beside him towards the shelves. Maria was wearing a t-shirt, three-quarter length jeans and new trainers.

‘That smells good, Mike,’ said Paddy Breen, the supermarket manager.

‘Baked this morning as usual,’ said Mike O’Malley. Paddy called it a supermarket, though it was not really big enough to deserve the name. It had four central rows of shelves, as well as shelves at the side and back, and only one check-out counter near the door. Paddy’s assistant, Rose, worked on the check-out. Rose acted like a princess and was more interested in her appearance than serving customers. Her hair was scraped back in a pony tail, and she always wore large, silver hoop earrings. Rose loved reapplying lip gloss and admiring her reflection.

Paddy Breen liked to think of himself as a big man in the town. He was on the council. He also owned a small garage and a number of houses that he rented out. He was a tall man with a round belly that stretched the jacket of the brown tweed suit he always wore. He was balding, with sandy-coloured hair and a rugged face. Paddy looked down at Maria as she followed her father into the store.

‘I see you’ve brought your little helper with you today, Mike.’ he said.

‘I wouldn’t be without her,’ said Maria’s father.

They went in, and he began to stack the loaves on to the empty shelves.

‘Wait here, Maria, while I get another tray from the van,’ said her father.

Maria gazed at the shelves along the back of the shop. There were lots of bags of flour: cream flour, baking flour, self-raising flour … She wondered why there were so many different kinds. Maria was busy looking at her new trainers and twirling her plastic bracelet when she suddenly noticed a boy about her own age. He was wearing a dark-blue sweater, fraying at the sleeves, and he had long, scruffy fair hair. He smiled, and began running his hand along the bags of flour in front of him. Maria hadn’t seen him before. Perhaps he was Paddy Breen’s nephew helping to stack the shelves, she thought. The boy was pointing at one of the bags of flour, and then at Maria. Then he beckoned to her.

‘What’s up?’ Maria asked, going across to him.

He pointed to the bag of flour again, and then held out his hands.

Maria was annoyed.

‘Can’t you get it down for yourself?’ she asked.

The boy didn’t answer. He put a finger to his lips in a hushing gesture. Perhaps he was a bit dim, she thought. So with a shrug, she took the bag of flour from the shelf and put it into his hands. It seemed to fall right through them. It landed with a thud and split open, spilling the flour on the floor.

‘You clumsy eejit!’ said Maria.

The boy didn’t seem to care. He just stood there and put his hands on his hips and grinned at her. Maria thought that he really couldn’t be right in the head.

‘Aren’t you going to clear it up?’ she asked. ‘Mr Breen will blow his top. Here, I’ll help you, before he sees.’

She knelt down and began to scoop the spilt flour towards the bag with her hand. The boy didn’t move. As Maria looked closer she noticed that his feet were bare.

‘What’s going on?’ Paddy Breen appeared, followed by Maria’s father carrying another tray of loaves. They both looked at Maria and the bag of spilt flour on the floor.

‘Look at that!’ said Paddy Breen. ‘Kids! You can’t leave them alone for five minutes. Get a dustpan and brush from Rose at the cash-desk, and clear it up.’

‘There’s no need to talk to my daughter like that,’ said Maria’s father. ‘I’m sure it was just an accident.’

‘She shouldn’t have been messing around with the shelves.’

‘But I wasn’t,’ said Maria, ‘it wasn’t my fault.’

‘Well, whose fault was it, then?’ Paddy Breen sneered.

‘It was that boy. I handed the bag to him and he dropped it,’ Maria said, turning around to show them the boy.

‘What boy, Maria?’ asked her father.

‘Him!’ she said, pointing, but the boy wasn’t there.

‘There’s been no one else in the shop since you first came in,’ said Paddy Breen.

‘But he was standing just there.’

Maria looked puzzled and stared at the back of the shop and the place where the boy had been. She went to the corner and looked up the next aisle. It was empty.

The boy had simply vanished.

CHAPTER TWO

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