Free The Ghost of Josiah Grimshaw by Suzy Turner Page A

lights. Joe stopped, waiting patiently in the middle of the road.
    Forgetting that he was in fact, a spirit, Lana screamed when a double decker bus slammed right into him.
    'Oh My God, Oh My God.... Joe... Josiah,' she mumbled to herself, her eyes wide open in shock.
    Emma, on the other hand, glanced around at the strangers who had all taken a step away from them, looking at Lana as if she were a one-eyed monster.
    'He's already dead, Lana. Remember?' she whispered out of the corner of her mouth as she grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly across the road at the turn of the lights.
    Lana pulled herself together pretty quickly after that, blushing and trying to hide her face from the onlookers.
    Joe appeared by their side, a look of terror on his face, 'That was so strange,' he whispered, 'the scariest thing that's ever happened to me,' he mumbled.
    'What? Worse than being washed up on the shore and then dying in the hospital?' asked Emma quietly as they continued walking through the streets at the same pace.
    Joe simply nodded and then hovered on ahead, moving increasingly quicker and quicker until the girls had to almost sprint to keep up.
    Lana had gone very quiet, not even mentioning the many shop fronts they'd passed, or Trafalgar Square which they'd since passed by ages ago.
    'Where are we?' yelled Emma as she held firmly on to her sister's hand, while copying Joe's slowing pace up in front.
    'I... I don't know. Let me get the map out.'
    Before she could even open it, Joe was beside them.
    'Forget about the map, Lana. I think this is far more important,' he said as he pointed to a tired old building across the street from where they stood.
    'Yeah, so it's an old building... you dragged us all this way to show us an old building? This is crazy, Josiah Grimshaw. You know, I think maybe I should just call Declan and he can come and find us. Give me the card, Emma...' said Lana as Emma put her hand in her pocket and pulled out the now creased business card.
    As she passed it to her sister, Lana's breath caught in her throat.
    'What? What is it?' asked Emma as she glanced down.
    'Oh My God,' she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands.
    The business card, which had the words Declan Alexander written on it, also contained something else, something familiar, something that shocked the girls into silence.
    There on the silver and white card was the same emblem that they too now had inked onto their bodies: the winged eye.
    Even Joe gasped, 'But that's... that's.....'
    'Yeah, we know Josiah, it's the same as our tattoos...' answered Lana.
    'No, it's not that. I know that already.... it's just that... that...'
    'That what? Spit it out, Josiah,' said Emma uncharacteristically bossy.
    Indicating that they should follow him, Joe held out his hand and pointed once again to the old building. As they got closer, they realised what this was all about. Why he'd brought them through Central London in the first place. He'd brought them to this decrepit old house because right there, below an intricate wrought iron door knocker was the very same symbol.
     
     

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
     
    As they stood staring, mouths drooped, the door slowly opened in front of them.
    Emma stepped backward while Lana tripped over the steep step that led indoors.
    'Lana? what on earth are you doing?' whispered Emma desperately as her sister pushed the door further ajar and peered inside.
    'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going in.'
    'No... you can't. We can't... that's trespassing...' she added rather pathetically.
    Lana turned to look at her sister, 'Really? Oh come on. The door just opened for us. Whoever is here clearly wants us to come in. So come on, follow me...' she said as she disappeared inside.
    Catching her breath in her throat, Emma turned to look at their surroundings. People went about their lives around them, walking in and out of an impressive large building just a little further down the street, but no-one seemed to be taking any notice