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Jason and the Friendly Ghost
Jason and the Friendly Ghost
Jason and the Friendly Ghost
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Jason and the Friendly Ghost

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Tommy is a boy who died at the beginning of world war two, and has returned to look for his parents. Wayne, Jason’s best friend, takes some convincing that Tommy is a ghost, as he seems so normal. But the appearances and disappearances soon convince Wayne. The problem is: how can they tell Tommy that he is dead?

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Release dateFeb 25, 2011
ISBN9781452473376
Jason and the Friendly Ghost
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Violetta Antcliff

Violetta Antcliff has been a member of the Nottingham Writers' Club for over twenty years. A winner of numerous short story competitions, her work was area short listed in Waterstone's Wow Factor story competition. Took first prize in Nottingham County Council short story competition with a story called "Irish Mouse Tales," which was published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing as an eBook in July of 2012. She has had her poetry and short stories read on local radio. Violetta is a prolific writer of short fiction, having written and published more than 40 short stories with Gypsy Shadow.

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    Jason and the Friendly Ghost - Violetta Antcliff

    Contents

    Copyright Page

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 12

    About the Author

    Jason and the Friendly Ghost

    by

    Violetta Antcliff

    All rights reserved

    Copyright © February 2011, Violetta Antcliff

    Cover Art Copyright © 2011, Charlotte Holley

    Gypsy Shadow Publishing

    Manchaca, TX

    www.gypsyshadow.com

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    ISBN: 9781452473376

    Published in the United States of America

    First eBook Edition: February 25, 2011

    Chapter One

    An Unusual Present

    Christmas Day—presents had been opened, the turkey carved, crackers pulled, and the pudding set ablaze. Jason still had one present left to unwrap; it was from his granny Foster. He knew it would be something knitted, it always was, and by the size of the parcel he’d guessed it would be gloves and that’s why he’d left it until the last to be opened. But it wasn’t gloves, or anything else he recognized.

    What’s this supposed to be? he asked holding it at arm's length, a puzzled look on his face. It looks like a tea cosy. I think Gran’s made a mistake Mum; this must be a present for you.

    His mother, with a sigh of exasperation, took the woolly out of his hand and pulled it down over his head.

    That’s what it’s for, she said, it’s what’s known as a balaclava; it’s to keep your head warm.

    I can’t wear that. Jason struggled to pull it off. If I went to school in that everybody would laugh at me and if the police saw me. I’d get arrested, they’d think I was a bank robber.

    Mr. Foster looked at his wife and shook his head. Mum’s obviously been sorting through her old knitting patterns again, he sighed, I wonder what she’ll come up with next?

    Alison, Jason’s sister, wasn’t listening. For the best part of ten minutes she’d sat with a smile on her face, and faraway look in her eyes. Ma-a-m, she drawled. Can I have my ears pierced?

    No. Both parents answered her at once.

    Why not? Everybody in my class has got pierced ears.

    Tracy hasn’t, whispered Jason.

    His sister shot him a warning glance. She doesn’t count, she whispered back.

    Both your mother and I have said no, so that’s the end of it.

    Knowing better than to argue with her father, Alison gave a loud huff and flounced off to her bedroom

    Jason guessed she would stay there sulking until it was time for tea. He looked round for something to do, sitting quietly and twiddling his thumbs wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for an exciting Christmas. They usually had friends over or went visiting, but his mum for some reason had said for a change this year, they would have a quiet Christmas.

    Jason picked up one of his presents, it was a book. He flicked through the pages, before tossing it to the floor. It wasn’t one he would have chosen for a boy nearly eleven, but he knew he would still have a thank you letter to write later on.

    He strolled over to the window; outside it was freezing cold and everything was covered in a thick coating of frost. He wondered if anyone would be playing football on the top rec. He fancied a kick around, but being Christmas Day, he expected everybody would be indoors playing with their presents. Still he thought it might be worth a try, there was always the chance that he would meet somebody who fancied a game.

    Mum, if I wrap up warm, can I go out for a bit?

    His mother nodded her consent. She was in the middle of watching a Christmas weepy on TV and although she had seen it many times before, she still sat with a box of tissues by her side.

    With gloves on his hands, a scarf round his neck and the knitted balaclava stuffed in his pocket, Jason quietly closed the front door behind him and set off for the top rec.

    Apart from a small girl pushing a doll’s pram and one of the neighbours taking her dog for a walk, he met no one else he knew as he sauntered along.

    The trees in the park sparkled with frost and the grass scrunched underfoot, but Jason didn’t notice, for as he’d expected there was no one around. He was just going to leave when he heard a creaking noise coming from the play area; full of curiosity, he went to investigate. The noise was being made by a swing in need of oil. A boy of roughly his own age sat on it, dragging his feet slowly backward and forward on

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