The Second-Best Haunted Hotel on Mercer Street

The Second-Best Haunted Hotel on Mercer Street — page 5
The ghostly woman rose even higher into the air Her long coat blew back in an unseen wind She leaned closer to the girl The ghost’s milky-white fingers were inches from the girl’s light brown curls when the tip of one of her spurs caught on the handle of a basket of firewood The ghost careened into an end table which wobbled dangerously It didn’t fall over but the brass candelabra and two picture frames on top of it went crashing to the floor Molly the girl said without turning around Haven’t we talked about you going headless in the lobby Sorry Willow Molly said Her boots floated back down to the ground Willow Ivan had never been able to work out how Molly the Hotel Ivan’s resident Headless Horsewoman was able to talk when she was not always in possession of a mouth Or a tongue Or vocal cords Somehow she managed Pity the same couldn’t be said for her eyesight Molly knelt down and felt around blindly When she found the candelabra she set it back on top of the table Two of its three candles had snapped in half and Willow made a mental note to replace them later After she put away the towels and signed for the linen delivery and fixed the toilet in room eight No maybe before she fixed the toilet The lobby needed to look nice Willow kicked the broken candle halves under the couch then picked up the two picture frames unbroken luckily and set them back on the table I’m sorry Molly said again I can go Don’t be silly Willow said holding her breath as Molly’s skirts swayed perilously close to a shelf full of breakable knickknacks Just be careful OK Sure thing Molly agreed feeling her way around the coffee table What I really need is