Stories of ghosts

Stories of ghosts

Chapter 1 The story of Shiverham Hall Have a frightful stay, madam. Shiverham Hall was a hotel with a difference. All the guests were dead.

Ghosts came from the spirit world to be greeted by Shiverham's spooky staff. There were twenty-two ice- cold bedrooms. . . a poltergeist- powered jacuzzi. . . Aahh, I. . I. . lovely. and a string quartet playing haunting tunes.

No living soul dared visit the hotel. It was far too creepy. The ghosts were left in peace. Then, one afternoon, the hotel's deathly hush was shattered. Most of the ghosts were napping. Mr. Quiver, the hotel manager, had come down for a glass of water.

Suddenly, a round-faced man flung open the front door and strode up to the reception desk. “ This is just what I've been looking for, " he boomed. A tall, thin man scuttled in after him. “ Um, are you sure, Mr. Slate?" he asked nervously.

“ Of course I'm sure, Simkins, " barked Slate. “ This will make the perfect site for my new hotel. I've had it all designed. " Slate proudly spread out a large plan in front of his assistant. Behind them, Mr. Quiver sneaked up to get a better look.