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month-long run and he’s not half bad.’
    It was a definite perk of Jeremy’s job as a lighting engineer at an old West End theatre that he could take occasional visitors along. I’d been a few times already, and despite
rumours of a theatre ghost, I’d been blissfully undisturbed throughout the performances. A night of laughter was exactly what I needed. I opened my mouth to say so but my aunt got there
before me.
    ‘Sorry, Jeremy, I have other plans for Skye tonight.’
    It was news to me. ‘What plans?’
    She shrugged apologetically. ‘I hadn’t got round to telling you about it yet. Why don’t we go and sit down and I’ll explain?’
    Fighting the urge to pull out my phone and fire off a text to Megan, I followed her into the living room and perched on the dark leather sofa, wondering what Celestine had planned. I really
hoped it didn’t involve Mary; she was taking annoying to a whole new level and had started to hide my make-up bag every morning. Our relationship was colder than Frosty the Snowman’s
armpit and, not for the first time, I wished she’d find someone else to haunt.
    Celestine jumped straight in. ‘There’s a ghost who’s been hanging around at the Dearly D for about a week now. He never speaks and leaves whenever we try to approach him. I
think he wants help, but he doesn’t trust us.’
    I wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t unusual for ghosts to find unconventional ways to get attention, which explained why poltergeists existed. The extreme violence they displayed usually
stemmed from a deep-seated rage, but often it was a cry for help. Once a psychic was able to communicate with them and uncover the reason for the anger, they were on the road to helping the ghost
to move on. It was why the Church of the Dearly Departed was so popular among both the living and the dead – it was the place you went to get answers. Even when you didn’t have the
faintest clue what the question was.
    I could see where my aunt was heading. ‘So you want me to try and talk to him.’Thinking for a minute, I added, ‘What makes you think he won’t run from me too?’
    Her smile was gentle. ‘He’s around your age, maybe a bit older than you. If you can find out a bit about him, perhaps we can help.’
    If he was anything like most teenage boys I’d be lucky to get a grunt out of him, but I didn’t say that. Then again, maybe dying young had given him a good reason to distrust the
world.
    Jeremy shifted on the sofa beside me and I guessed he must be thinking about Lucy, the teenage ghost he’d helped to pass across the year before. She’d been trapped in a toilet on
Carnaby Street until Jeremy had arrived and helped her to escape. It had been his one and only psychic experience and although he admitted he’d been terrified at first, he’d also seen
how much she needed someone to listen. So he’d stuck around. Without him, she’d still be there – lonely, scared and bored out of her mind. I couldn’t imagine how she’d
felt, but the ghost at the Dearly D must know. A stab of pity cut into me and I came to a sudden decision; no one deserved a fate like that. Whoever he was, I’d do what I could to help.
    ‘OK,’ I said. ‘What time do we need to leave?’
    My aunt looked pleased. ‘A round six.’
    Leaning back into the sofa, I reached towards the laptop on the coffee table. ‘Excellent, so I’ve got time to go on Facebook?’
    Celestine got to her feet. ‘Of course,’ she said as she headed out of the room. ‘But ghostly lines don’t write themselves.’
    I prised open the screen and stuck my tongue out at her retreating back.
    ‘If the wind changes it’ll stay like that,’ she called, without turning round.
    As I slumped back into my seat, Jeremy grinned at me. ‘I don’t know how she does it either. Maybe Mary’s been teaching her witchcraft.’
    The way Celestine was acting, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was the other way around.
    Typically, Megan wasn’t