Alan had once been standing on the promenade, leaning on the railings, looking out to sea, when a man came and stood right inside him, sucking on a strawberry split that gave Alan a terrible ice-cream headache. ‘Normally, we prefer to do our sightseeing at night-time.’ All the ghosts knew the dangers of the busy daylight hours, the discomfort of being walked through or sat on by the people who could not see them. ‘Alan’s been taking Mary and me to see all sorts of interesting local places,’ said Elsie. Sunny, who could hear his ghostly friend just fine, asked if everything was all right, so Elsie told him that the Hotel Splendid was thriving and that she, Mary and Alan were very well, though they were missing 2Abigail who was spending the week in London, haunting a West End theatre.
‘I’ve been trying to reach you, but your parents keep answering and of course they can’t hear me.’ Some hours later, in between home time and teatime, the phone rang again. When the phone rang, Sunny’s mum picked it up and said, ‘Hello?’ After a moment, she said again, ‘Hello?’ She put the phone down, saying to Sunny, ‘That’s odd.
Above the antique, vintage and second-hand shop, breakfast was finished and Sunny was getting ready for school.
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