Chapter Three – Questions, Questions!

December 7, 2010 at 10:55 pm Leave a comment

I blog to get people to donate to kid’s charities. I don’t want money, I want you to donate direct to a children’s charity then write to me by commenting on the blog. Please read the ‘About Lesley’ section of the blog to find out why I do this; the Comments and Running Totals pages to see how far we have come….

I have written a couple of short stories on the blog so far but am now working on a larger project. This will take me some time but I wanted to share a little of this with everyone to get their opinions and any feedback you may feel like giving. This is a book for children and this is Chapter Three, Chapters One and Two are already out there. Please be honest with me…..

The Ghosts of Misteldown Hall

Chapter Three – Questions, Questions!

Charlie’s mother was waiting for him as he returned to the house with his Grandfather. As his grandfather went to his study, Charlie looked at his mother closely as she took him to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Did his mother know? Had she known all along? Is that why she had been so determined to come to Cornwall? Was this all planned by his parents before his father left for the war?

Charlie wasn’t sure what to say or do. Was the secret so secret that his mother didn’t and couldn’t know? How could his father have kept this all to himself for so long. Although Charlie was quite excited by what the afternoon would bring he was also confused and angry. All of this new information was buzzing in his head like an angry swarm of bees. And of course there was that background of whispers. Charlie felt like his head would pop!

Charlie bolted his lunch and escaped from the concerned gaze of his mother. She had talked to him during lunch and he knew he hadn’t heard half the words. Charlie knew he had to be alone for a while and think, he had to think! He wandered up to his room and sat on the edge of his bed. Sitting quietly he suddenly realised that the whispers were getting clearer, he could hear his name being called. It was very faint, it sounded as if it came from the next room but Charlie knew he had to sit still and listen. A minute passed, then two. Charlie kept very still, he tried to empty his mind and concentrated only on the whispers. They seemed to say ‘Welcome Charlie, welcome’. ‘Thank you’. Charlie spoke out loud, he wanted to know if they could hear him. Very faintly the reply came back, ‘Wonderful! The lad can hear us at last. It is nearly time.’ This was clearer, Charlie knew it was one voice only this time. ‘Don’t worry, young Charlie, it won’t be long. Go to your grandfather, go now!’.

Charlie lept from his bed and ran down the stairs as quickly as he could. He raced to his grandfather’s study and stopped short. He was scared now. They had said it was nearly time but time for what? He thought back to his father, he wished he was here to ask. As Charlie thought of the Major, he knew in his heart that his father would not hesitate, now was the time and he had to act. If he was to get the answers to all his questions he had to be brave. Charlie knocked on the door and opened the door. There stood his grandfather, smiling broadly.’Come Charlie’, said the Colonel, ‘come and meet your ancestors’.

They stood there, they were faint but Charlie could see them. Seven figures, some in very strange clothing, stood around his grandfather. They were all smiling, some chatting excitedly to each other as they pointed towards Charlie. ‘Let me make the introductions’, said the Colonel, ‘we must do this properly’. ‘Oh do hurry up young Arthur’, said one of the figures, ‘can’t you see the poor lad is waiting’. Charlie realised that his grandfather was ‘young Arthur’ to this strange group and this made him giggle. The Colonel coughed to get the attention of them all. ‘I think you should sit down Charlie, this may take some time’……..

End of Chapter Three © Lesley Miller 2010

So, there we go. I hope that Chapter Three has interested you and that you come back to me with any comments you may wish to make:)

I close with my normal request to you:-

  • Donate to a valid children’s charity of your choice. It is easy to do – online, collection boxes, Give as You Earn. Any amount is important and I am delighted for one pound, dollar, euro, yen to reach a charity.
  • Visit this blog and comment anywhere with the charity, amount including currency and please also tell me what you wanted to be when you were 8. I love the stories of childish ambitions.

I will then:-

  • Add your donation to the Totals page on this blog, totals are updated weekly.
  • I will also write some words about the current donations and the charity
  • All comments will be stored on the comments page so that you can see what charities people are interested in and also what a variety of 8-year-old ambitions we have already. I am looking forward to way more surprises from you all.

The steps are simple. Again, if you like the idea please tell others so that they will come and tell me their stories.

Take care of you and yours.



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