wife of a soldier who had died?
âYes, I donât doubt that it was a ghost,â Mary Louise repeated. âWe have a ghost here in this house, too.â
âNot anymore,â said Darla, tersely. âHeâs gone now.â
âDarla used to see him. She had quite a gift for seeing ghosts when she was a little girl.â
âShe did?!â Gilda was fascinated.
âMom, do you have to talk about this?â
âHoney, Gilda is interested in ghosts.â
Darla sighed. Her knee bounced nervously.
âAnyway,â Mary Louise continued, âwhen Darla was younger, she used to tell me about a little âghostly friendâ she would see in our house. She said he slept in her bed.â
âNo,â Darla countered, âhe slept on the floor in my room.â
âI just assumed it was a typical imaginary friend,â Darlaâs mother continued, âbut then Darla began to tell me details about this boyâs entire life.â She eyed the lapful of crumbs on Darlaâs shorts and handed her daughter a napkin across the coffee table. âDarla said his name was Tom, and that he had been killed, and that he died in our house.
âWell, I thought this was a little strange. And Darla kept going on and on about this boy. I was beginning to worry, because she kept talking about him and by now she was getting a bit olderâ too old for an imaginary friend , I thought. So finally I decided I might as well do some research to find out whether a boy fitting her description had ever lived in this house. I went down to the historical society and looked through newspaper articles and records. And what do you know: One of the families who lived here actually did have a boy who was killed. He was hit by a stagecoach. We think he must have died in Darlaâs bedroom.â
Gilda observed Darla, who was busy breaking another cookie into tiny pieces. She hates talking about this stuff, Gilda thought. But why? Gilda realized that she also felt a sudden pang of jealousy toward Darla. This seventh grader had access to what seemed a veritable cornucopia of ghosts in St. Augustine, and she apparently had been born with the gift of psychic abilities without even having to try to develop them. Gilda had been working hard for years, and still she had to rely on dreams, hunches, and a healthy dose of traditional detective work rather than clear visions of ghosts to solve her mysteries. What would it be like to see and hear a ghost so clearly that he or she became an actual friend ? And what would it be like to have a mother who took enough interest in ghost hunting to actually seek out some useful information about a haunting instead of saying that it was just a âspooky gameâ?
On the other hand, Gilda thought, if Mom ever tried to help me solve a mystery, Iâd probably just get annoyed with her.
âThatâs an amazing story,â said Gilda. âAnd it sounds like you have a pretty strong psychic talent, Darla.â
âNot anymore,â said Darla. âIt kind of stopped.â
This was interesting. Could you lose psychic abilities the way some people forgot entire languages when they stopped speaking them? âAny idea why it stopped?â
Darla shrugged. âIâm not sure.â
âAfter I realized that Darla had actually seen a ghost,â said Mary Louise, stirring her sweet tea with a long spoon, âa lot of people around here wanted to talk to her about it. In fact, one of those ghost-hunter television shows even came to our house to do a feature! It was very exciting.â She paused and stared at Darla, who was brushing crumbs from her lap onto the floor. âBut maybe it was all too much; Darla was a little shyââ
âI wasnât shy, Mom; I just didnât see the ghost when everyone wanted me to.â
Gilda wondered whether even ghost hunting could become a chore like doing math homework once adults
Lisa Mantchev, A.L. Purol