Ghostly Intrigue

As a ghost who died in the 17th century, there are a lot of wonders of the world that I know very little about. Unfortunately, I don’t have the means to learn things, except for whenever somebody new joins the ghosts of Clasp House. Whenever somebody dies here and has unfinished business, they join the rest of us ghosts. That only happens perhaps every fifty years on average, though, so new information about the world is quite rare.

For many years now, I’ve been hoping to learn all about bow rails. It’s been an obsession of mine, ever since that dashing nobleman from London left a magazine behind in this mansion. The building is used as a hotel these days, so we get to see all sorts of interesting people, but nobody has been in the penthouse since that nobleman was here. I’m not sure why, but even the staff avoid it. Anyway, because of that, the magazine has been sitting on the bedside table for years, taunting me. 

Since I’m a ghost, I can’t turn the pages to find out more. It’s stuck on the front page, showing a glorious looking boat rail. The text near it says “Best marine welding around Melbourne? Read more on page seven”. Oh, what I would give to see page seven and learn all about these incredible boat rails. But I’m afraid that it is impossible. 

If only we had somebody in the house who could see and talk to ghosts. I’d ask them to turn the page for me, and then we’d become best friends. It would be simply delightful. I’ve tried talking to the hotel guests, but none of them knows I exist. It’s a bit like having imaginary friends, I suppose.

Or maybe I’m the imaginary friend? That’s a scary thought. What if I’m not real? If that is the case, I’ll probably never see page seven of the magazine, and then I’ll never know how boat rails are made!

– Kat