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The word eidolism means a belief in ghosts.
Until last week, when a ghost visited me for the first time, I didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t even think about ghosts much. I thought about plants—and no, that’s not weird. Plants are fascinating. They’re part of our world, but they live in a mysterious world of their own at the same time. They’re so…different. The way they turn sunlight into food. The way they use chemicals to talk to each other. The way they lure birds and bugs into helping them make more plants.
That’s why I’m going to be a plant scientist like Ms. Winger and my Uncle Everett. I’ll work in the Botanical Gardens right here in Clear Creek. My name will be on the sign at the entrance of the Gardens: Chrysantha Howe, Botanist.
I had the future planned out.
The ghost was not in the plan.
After the first visit, I still didn’t really believe in ghosts. But when she came back the second time, I had to change my mind. I hadn’t been dreaming and I wasn’t crazy. The only other alternative was: I had seen a ghost.
I started researching ghost visitations. What made them stick around in this world? How did they choose who to haunt? Why had no one ever caught a legitimate sighting on video or made a recording?
Mostly what I learned was that people argued a lot about whether ghosts existed. People who believed in ghosts liked other people who believed in ghosts. People who didn’t believe in ghosts thought people who did were crazy.
I was not crazy.
Finding out the answers to my questions about ghosts should have been easy. I had my own personal ghost to ask. But every time she visited me, I couldn’t say a word. My thoughts got all tangled and my breath stuck in my throat and I got dizzy. Having my own personal ghost was not helpful. The visits were…creepy. Like are-you-here-because-I’m-going-to-die creepy. Maybe the creep factor was why no one had ever documented a ghost.
I shivered, though I hadn’t seen the ghost in hours and cheerful sunlight warmed the early June morning. The Water Garden, a magical green fairyland of trickling streams and arched bridges, closed in around me. Shadows shifted. Bushes rustled.
I’d never seen a ghost before, not even when my dad died. Why had one decided to haunt me now?
“Just lucky, I guess,” I said. “What do you think, Barkley?”
My long-legged Schnauzer scratched his ear with his hind foot.
“That’s what I think too.”
June 18, 2018 at 1:06 pm
Thank you for sharing an exclusive excerpt from The Ghost in the Gardens today!
June 18, 2018 at 9:16 pm
And thank you, Amber, for all your hard work!
June 18, 2018 at 2:03 pm
Congrats, Helen and Lorri! Best wishes for a bestseller!
June 18, 2018 at 9:15 pm
June 18, 2018 at 9:15 pm
Thanks for letting us share your blog space, Leigh! Much appreciated!
June 18, 2018 at 10:12 pm
SO good and not just for MG readers!
June 20, 2018 at 12:37 am