Childish Spirits: 10th anniversary special edition
By Rob Keeley
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“The truth will set you free.”
When Ellie and her family move into Inchwood Manor, Ellie quickly discovers strange things are happening. Who is the mysterious boy at the window? What secrets lie within the abandoned nursery? Who is the woman who haunts Ellie’s dreams – and why has she returned to the Manor, after more than a century?
Ellie finds herself entangled in a Victorian mystery of ghosts and tunnels and secret documents – and discovers that life all those years ago isn’t so different from the world she knows today...
First published in 2014, this five-star reviewed children’s novel was longlisted for the Bath and WriteMentor Children’s Novel Awards and nominated for the People’s Book Prize. This is a tenth anniversary special edition with new material and also includes four Spirits short stories never before published in book form. A must for all fans of the Spirits series and Rob Keeley’s work.
Rob Keeley
Rob Keeley has been writing stories and plays since childhood and has written for Chain Gang and Newsjack for BBC Radio 7, as well as fiction and non-fiction for a variety of publications. The Alien in the Garage and other Stories is his first book. He lives in Wirral, Merseyside.
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Childish Spirits - Rob Keeley
Copyright © 2024 Rob Keeley
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Contents
Foreword
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
The Spirit of Christmas
The Spirit of the Season
The Yuletide Spirit
The Third Door
Foreword
Has it really been ten years?
Edward has just pointed out to me that he’s always been ten years old, and will be forever, as a ghost. But I can’t believe it’s ten years since Childish Spirits was first published in the summer of 2014. Since then, there have been four more Spirits novels, five eBook versions, four short stories published at www.robkeeley.co.uk, and an audiobook. I have talked about the books in person, online, and even had some children at a workshop tell me they could see other ghosts on the original cover of Childish Spirits. (Really? Can YOU?)
I felt I should do something to celebrate the anniversary. Edward would probably want a jolly party in the nursery at Inchwood Manor, with lemonade and cakes and songs around the piano. I thought it was time for a new edition. Childish Spirits has been a TV script that was never made, then was turned into a book, was my project for my Master’s in Creative Writing, and then became my first and most popular children’s novel. Yet...
I was never completely happy with it. There were bits that should never have been added, and other bits that should never have been cut. Do you remember Marcus coming to supper at Ellie’s family flat? Or Edward messing about with an umbrella? Or even Miss McKendrick’s darkest secret? You won’t, because they were cut from the book published in 2014. A couple of deleted scenes were posted on my website, but the rest of those moments have never reached my young readers.
Until now.
I remembered I still had the first draft of the book – what I first wrote, before the changes were made. I read it, for the first time in over ten years, and found a story I knew, in a version I had totally forgotten.
And now, to celebrate ten years of the Spirits series, you’re about to read the author’s cut – like the director’s cut of a movie. I have put the first and final drafts together to make what, for me, is the ultimate version of Childish Spirits. I’ve also been able to add a few moments, the better to tie the book in with the later books in the series. The Prologue is back, and I’ve written a brand-new Epilogue to take us into the second book, The Spirit of London. Best of all, we have a snazzy new front cover, by my illustrator Simon Goodway – the first time he has worked on a Spirits novel. And as if that weren’t enough (what do you mean, it isn’t?), I’ve also included the four Spirits short stories from robkeeley.co.uk, published here in book form for the first time – the three Christmas tales, plus the last ever Spirits story, ‘The Third Door’.
What more could Edward say to that, but...
BOO!
Happy Anniversary to Ellie, Edward, Judith, Jon, Charlie, Henry, Mary, Sir Francis, Tina, Clara, Tom and the rest. And thanks to everyone who has read and enjoyed my books.
Have fun!
Rob
Prologue
Along an ancient hall, a child was running.
Hurrying, stumbling, the small figure passed the family heirlooms, the suits of armour and the stern portraits that lined the walls, its footsteps making no sound.
It ran onward. Up and up the wide staircase with its once-rich red carpet, still frantic, still silent, with only one aim – to get out of sight.
At the top of the stairs, the small figure stopped.
Hidden from view by the high banisters, the figure turned to look downward to the hall below.
From beneath, three voices echoed up to him.
Looks like you and I are going to have our work cut out, then.
A woman’s voice.
It’s certainly a challenge.
Another voice, male, smarmy. But at Journeyback we prefer to think of it not as a problem, but as an opportunity.
I must admit,
the voice of another, older woman said, that I shan’t be entirely sorry to leave it all behind.
At the top of the stairs, the small figure moved forward a little, the better to hear the intruders below.
Had anyone else been present, they would have noticed a slight chill in the air, as a small, pale hand came out to rest upon the balustrade.
Downstairs, the voices continued to echo back along the hall.
You must have a lot of memories here,
the younger woman’s voice said.
Yes.
The older woman again. Not all of them good. Inchwood is a complex place. It has a complex history. It needs a very special… understanding.
The voices died away.
The hall was empty now. Yet suddenly…
A shadow appeared upon the panelled wall, and lingered for a moment.
The shadow was tall, and proud, and menacing.
It was the shadow of a woman.
Chapter One
Charlie slammed the boot of the car. He was holding an enormous holdall, which he flung onto an ever-growing pile of luggage that lay on the gravel.
Two shops,
he said. Two shops, one of which sells hats.
His younger sister Ellie emerged from the rear passenger seat.
What?
Two shops,
Charlie said. One pub. Called the Jolly Ferret – I mean, who thinks these things up?
What are you on about?
Ellie asked.
This place.
Charlie pulled up the hood of his top. Two shops. One pub. A church.
Have you seen my portfolio?
Ellie poked about among the pile of luggage.
There was a crash as a plastic laundry basket that Charlie had balanced on top of the pile collapsed sideways onto a box of groceries.
Charlie ignored the mess.
Two shops,
he said, one pub. A church. A village store. Two people riding mangy-looking horses, and a maypole.
He shuddered. Welcome to our new home.
Ellie walked around the car and opened the rear door on the opposite side.
Here it is.
She lifted out the concertina-like folder that contained her most recent work. Hey, give me a hand with my easel, will you?
Charlie rolled his eyes.
Why couldn’t I have been an only child? There you go.
He lifted the wooden easel from the back seat, shoving it down in front of Ellie. So that’s what’s been digging into me since Watford.
Ellie wasn’t listening. She turned to look up at Inchwood Manor.
The house was huge, and white, and lined with timber frames. Tall chestnut trees surrounded, reaching out towards the upper floors. A stone archway framed the open front doors. Written above were some words in a language Ellie couldn’t understand. Veritas... vos...
Charlie was looking at the Manor like a prisoner being shown his cell.
I can just see us, in a year’s time,
he said. You up there, painting the Mona Lisa. Me, trying to make a fire to keep out the cold in this dump.
We’ll be OK,
Ellie said. Mum says our flat’s got central heating.
Charlie ignored her.
I read up about this place,
Ellie went on. It’s been here over five hundred years.
Charlie grimaced.
Bet the bogs have too.
It’s got a priest’s hole,
Ellie said. And a hidden chamber in the library.
Charlie smirked.
I suppose there’s a gang of smugglers hiding there?
The smirk disappeared from his face as he tried to lift Ellie’s suitcase out of the back of the car.
Oi! Miniature one! Why am I doing all the work?
There was another crash.
Hey, careful!
Ellie ran back. Those are my oil paints!
There was a crunching of gravel as three adults stepped out of the house.
The first was Ellie and Charlie’s Mum. She was wearing jeans and a striped top and looked rather like an older version of Ellie.
The second was a plump man in a pinstriped suit that was slightly too tight for him.
Last to come was an elderly lady in tweeds. She was carrying a small suitcase, which she set down upon the gravel.
Mum viewed the family chaos beside the car.
These are my children. Charlie… and Ellie. This is Marcus, our Site Manager from Journeyback UK.
Chas,
said Charlie. He moved in front of Ellie to shake hands with Marcus. Hi.
And this,
said Mum, is Miss Harvey. Who has very kindly given us the job of looking after Inchwood.
Ellie shook hands.
For a second, the sunlight caught Miss Harvey’s brooch. It was oval, with a three-dimensional picture – a strange, swirling design...
A car horn sounded. Ellie turned to see a minicab waiting across the courtyard.
Miss Harvey turned to Marcus.
Well. I wish you every success.
She frowned. Make sure you look after the place. My family has been here for over a hundred years. I don’t want Journeyback turning it into some kind of theme park.
Don’t worry, Miss H,
Marcus said. He failed to notice her wince. That’s what we do. Journeyback UK.
Where the past –
Charlie spoke up, – is now!
Marcus looked impressed.
Someone’s done their homework.
And I shall be popping back,
Miss Harvey said, to make sure everything is in order.
Her voice softened a little. Remember, I’ll only be down in the village, if you have any queries.
I’m sure we’ll be calling on you quite a bit,
Mum said.
Ellie’s attention had wandered. Stepping away from the group, she stood looking up at the house.
She stared at a window on the first floor.
She blinked.
There was a face there. Someone was watching her.
It looked like… Ellie squinted to see.
It was the face of a boy.
Of about her own age.
She was distracted by the scattering of gravel as Miss Harvey’s taxi drove away.
And now,
said Mum to Marcus, as they waved her off, it’s over to us.
Mum?
Ellie ran up to her mother. I thought you said we were on our own here?
Mum smiled, puzzled.
We are.
‘Til all the visitors start flocking in,
said Marcus. And that’s what your wonderful Mum is gonna help us with.
Mum smiled modestly.
Then –
Ellie pointed to the window. Who’s that up there?
Where?
Mum turned and looked up. The others did the same.
The window was empty.
Must have been a trick of the light,
Mum said. It’s the glass they used in these old windows.
And that reminds me,
Marcus said. The first thing you and me need to do, Judith, is look over this place from top to bottom. There’s woodworm, damp, so much dust we’d have every asthmatic suing us. I don’t know how the old bat lived in the place.
Better get started, then,
Mum said.
She headed after Marcus, calling instructions back to Ellie and Charlie.
Just bring the essential stuff in to start with! We can unload properly later…
Charlie turned back to the mountain of luggage. His face said it all.
Ellie remained where she was, staring up at the empty window.
Chapter Two
Ellie and Charlie entered the cold and draughty hallway. Charlie still had his hood up, as if to protect himself from his surroundings.
He sniffed.
What a dump.
I love it.
Ellie was scuttling along, drinking in the dark oak panelling, the black-and-white checked floor tiles, the portraits, the worn chairs, the ferns in a bowl on the hall table… "Can’t you just feel history all around you?"
It’s dark. It’s manky. And it smells like a school hall on the first day of term.
It’s going to be fun! I can write here, and paint. The estate’s massive. There’s a lake, and an island with a stone folly. Maybe we can have a picnic there!
Charlie rolled his eyes.
Ellie moved faster, catching up with the adults. Mum and Marcus were talking.
We’ve already got most of the staff organised,
Marcus was