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deeply to steady herself as she waited for her hearing to adjust to the painful intensity of the noise.
Gradually, she began to pick out individual words . . . or rather, the same words, over and over again.
‘. . . ghosts . . .’
‘. . . spirits . . .’
‘. . .
woooooohh
!’
Ivy’s shoulders relaxed as she looked around. No one had made the leap to vampires yet, thank darkness. But . . . She frowned as her gaze passed over all the unfamiliar faces in the
diner.
‘I’ve never seen most of these people before,’ she said.
‘That’s because they’re from out of town,’ Brendan replied unhappily.
‘I guess the news must have spread,’ Sophia agreed, looking around the room.
Ivy exchanged a worried look with the other vampires.
There were fresh eyes in town. And that meant a whole lot more people about to notice any vampire behaving suspiciously.
How did Camilla’s blog post spread so fast? We’ll have to be so careful.
Behind Ivy, Olivia heaved a sigh. ‘I just don’t understand,’ she said. ‘Why would the rumour of ghosts bring strangers
to
Franklin Grove? Wouldn’t that
keep most people
away
?’
‘Are you joking?’ Reiko stared at her. ‘I would
love
to meet a ghost. I’d have so many questions . . .’
Ivy let the rest of her friend’s words drift into the background as she moved slowly along the line of tables, straining to pick up on the one conversation that worried her the most. She
kept her eyes on the clock on the far wall, squinting as if she were trying to make out the time, but all of her attention was on the table in the corner where Josh sat with his gang.
Josh looking that excited can’t be a good sign!
It was hard to pick up individual voices in the mass of sound that pressed at her from all directions, but finally, she made out Josh’s smug voice. ‘He replied to my email
himself
, you know, and he says he’s
definitely
thinking about coming here to check out the town!’
Oh, this does not sound good at all.
Swallowing hard, Ivy drifted closer, keeping her head carefully tilted away from them.
She had to find out more, no matter how little she liked it . . .
And she liked it even less when she realised exactly who the greasy gang was talking about.
‘I can’t believe it,’ Ivy said miserably, five minutes later.
They’d had to leave the Meat and Greet when they finally ran out of excuses to loiter in the aisles. Olivia had even tried to book a table so that they could stand and wait for it, but the
man behind the counter had told them they might have to wait until Sunday night for that. Now they sat on a bench near the diner, huddled together in the cold air for a whispered meeting.
Ivy groaned as she looked down at Brendan’s phone. Brendan was busily tapping at the keypad, looking up a clip of
Gregor Gleka, Ghost Grabber!
‘I’ve heard of him,’ Brendan said. ‘He’s got a weekly cable TV show, doesn’t he?’
‘I know.’ Ivy slumped as he pulled up several pages’ worth of video results online, each of them with hundreds of thousands of views. ‘Lillian and I watched an episode
once – there was nothing else on TV and we were super bored. It was one of the most ridiculous, trashiest shows I’ve ever had to sit through!’
‘Wow.’ Olivia shot her a mischievous look. ‘That’s really saying something, coming from a fan of
Shadowtown
!’
‘Ooohhh.’ Brendan made a mock-offended face even as he pressed “play” on the first YouTube clip. ‘Them’s fighting words!’
But Ivy was too worried to even consider a death-squint in defence of her favourite guilty pleasure.
Watching a stupid show on TV was one thing . . . but having that show actually
take over her town
?
‘I don’t understand.’ Reiko frowned down at the tiny image of Gregor Gleka on-screen, wearing a flashy black-and-crimson shirt with sleeves that billowed around him when he
gestured. ‘What is this?’
Ivy scowled. ‘It’s a so-called “paranormal
Gradually, she began to pick out individual words . . . or rather, the same words, over and over again.
‘. . . ghosts . . .’
‘. . . spirits . . .’
‘. . .
woooooohh
!’
Ivy’s shoulders relaxed as she looked around. No one had made the leap to vampires yet, thank darkness. But . . . She frowned as her gaze passed over all the unfamiliar faces in the
diner.
‘I’ve never seen most of these people before,’ she said.
‘That’s because they’re from out of town,’ Brendan replied unhappily.
‘I guess the news must have spread,’ Sophia agreed, looking around the room.
Ivy exchanged a worried look with the other vampires.
There were fresh eyes in town. And that meant a whole lot more people about to notice any vampire behaving suspiciously.
How did Camilla’s blog post spread so fast? We’ll have to be so careful.
Behind Ivy, Olivia heaved a sigh. ‘I just don’t understand,’ she said. ‘Why would the rumour of ghosts bring strangers
to
Franklin Grove? Wouldn’t that
keep most people
away
?’
‘Are you joking?’ Reiko stared at her. ‘I would
love
to meet a ghost. I’d have so many questions . . .’
Ivy let the rest of her friend’s words drift into the background as she moved slowly along the line of tables, straining to pick up on the one conversation that worried her the most. She
kept her eyes on the clock on the far wall, squinting as if she were trying to make out the time, but all of her attention was on the table in the corner where Josh sat with his gang.
Josh looking that excited can’t be a good sign!
It was hard to pick up individual voices in the mass of sound that pressed at her from all directions, but finally, she made out Josh’s smug voice. ‘He replied to my email
himself
, you know, and he says he’s
definitely
thinking about coming here to check out the town!’
Oh, this does not sound good at all.
Swallowing hard, Ivy drifted closer, keeping her head carefully tilted away from them.
She had to find out more, no matter how little she liked it . . .
And she liked it even less when she realised exactly who the greasy gang was talking about.
‘I can’t believe it,’ Ivy said miserably, five minutes later.
They’d had to leave the Meat and Greet when they finally ran out of excuses to loiter in the aisles. Olivia had even tried to book a table so that they could stand and wait for it, but the
man behind the counter had told them they might have to wait until Sunday night for that. Now they sat on a bench near the diner, huddled together in the cold air for a whispered meeting.
Ivy groaned as she looked down at Brendan’s phone. Brendan was busily tapping at the keypad, looking up a clip of
Gregor Gleka, Ghost Grabber!
‘I’ve heard of him,’ Brendan said. ‘He’s got a weekly cable TV show, doesn’t he?’
‘I know.’ Ivy slumped as he pulled up several pages’ worth of video results online, each of them with hundreds of thousands of views. ‘Lillian and I watched an episode
once – there was nothing else on TV and we were super bored. It was one of the most ridiculous, trashiest shows I’ve ever had to sit through!’
‘Wow.’ Olivia shot her a mischievous look. ‘That’s really saying something, coming from a fan of
Shadowtown
!’
‘Ooohhh.’ Brendan made a mock-offended face even as he pressed “play” on the first YouTube clip. ‘Them’s fighting words!’
But Ivy was too worried to even consider a death-squint in defence of her favourite guilty pleasure.
Watching a stupid show on TV was one thing . . . but having that show actually
take over her town
?
‘I don’t understand.’ Reiko frowned down at the tiny image of Gregor Gleka on-screen, wearing a flashy black-and-crimson shirt with sleeves that billowed around him when he
gestured. ‘What is this?’
Ivy scowled. ‘It’s a so-called “paranormal
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