The Haunting of Castle Bowland

By Jessi Hammond

To inherit a castle in Scotland from an uncle she never knew, Nori Graham must stay there for a week.

Deadset easy for a tough bush girl from Australia's Northern Territory, right?

That's what Nori thought.

But that was before she met the bagpipe-playing ghost, not to mention the distant relatives who wanted the castle for their own…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kincaid Publishing
• Release date: Apr 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502258946

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To inherit a castle in Scotland from an uncle she never knew, Nori Graham must stay there for a week.

Deadset easy for a tough bush girl from the Northern Territory, right?

That’s what Nori thought.

But that was before she met the bagpipe-playing ghost, not to mention the distant relatives who wanted the castle for their own…

The Haunting of Castle Bowland

One

Five years ago I inherited this castle in Scotland from some Uncle Iagan Bowland who I’d never heard of until I got the lawyer’s letter in the mail.

I was nineteen at the time, frustrated at not being able to find a better-paying job in our little bush town than checkout chick at the local Woollies. So I decided to go check it out, since part of the condition of inheriting Castle Bowland was actually going to Castle Bowland and staying in it for one week minimum.

Weird. But hey, it’s a castle, right? Who wouldn’t want to spend a week in a genuine Scottish castle, and inherit the thing as well? Who knows, I thought, I might even meet a cute Scottish laird.

So I gave my car to my half-sister, who was a bit pissed that it wasn’t her who’d inherited the castle (Uncle Iagan was related to me on my mum’s side), on condition that she drive me the one hundred and fifty k’s to the nearest airport in Darwin. From there I took two planes, three trains, a bus and a rickety old taxi that was probably built in the nineteen thirties and finally arrived in Braithewaite Cliffs, population about six hundred and temperature, to a Northern Territorian bushie like me, about a hundred below zero.

From the lawyer’s office, where I’d got the taxi to take me, I could see my castle. It was up on the hill which overlooked the village