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How to host a ghost

A story made by Shannon Schuren. About how when the Dunbar family inherits an old castle in England's Lake District, Gemma and Ariadne have no idea of the adventures in store for them. Ariadne is up for the challenge, but Gemma is less enthusiastic. Perhaps meeting the castle's resident ghost will change her mind!

The main Characters 

Ariadne Dunbar-Personality A perky,happy, Adventurous girl. Middle Child. Age:10 The little sister to Gemma Dunbar. Older sister to Titus.

Gemma Dunbar- Personality Opposite to her sister's. Elder child Age: 12 Older sister to Ariadne Older sister to Titus

Titus Dunbar-Personality funny,cute Age:4 Youngest Child Younger brother to Ariadne Younger brother to Gemma Zoey- Personaltity Fun and crative Age:12 Only child Best friend to Gemma Catch phrase- Bloody Heck

Elizabeth-Personaltity wild- similar to Ariadne Age:10 Only child Best friend to Ariadne

Flora-Personaltity Nice,average cook, great baker Age:?? Mother Mom to Ariadne Mom to Titus Mom to Gemma Wife to Sebastian

Sebastian- Personaltity,book author, funny, Age:?? Father Father to Ariadne Father to Titus Father to Gemma Husband to Flora

Olive- Personaltity Snob,rich, popular, mean. Age: 12 Only child School popular girl Has A posse

Loxley- Personaltity Loyal, friendly ghost Age: Hundred somthing Dead

 Story line So Gemma and Ariadne move to England, they go to a new school. They go up into the chapel of their new castle and they meet a ghost named Loxley. He died in their castle in that place and he is stuck there, unless Ariadne and Gemma find his true love. They go to Olive's house and look at her ancestor's pictures. One is Loxley's true love! They go to Olive's house to find Loxley's true love - Lady Maribel - to bring her home. They ruin Olive's birthday party. They get Loxley and his True love back together and they live happily ever after.

The author Shannon Schuren lives in Sheboygan, Wisconsin with her husband and three children: Arianna, Emma, and Cameron. She is the author of several short stories and five novels. "How to Host a Ghost" is a middle-grade mystery published through Lulu.com and available at major online bookstores. Her second novel is a paranormal mystery for which she is diligently seeking agent representation. Shannon works at a child care center and spends her spare time playing with her children, cooking, or working on her next book -- anything to avoid cleaning her house. She has written a sequel to "How to host a ghost," titled "How to Speak to Spirits."

This a short story she made:

Wilde Women By Shannon Schuren

The photo was on the dresser, tucked behind a jar of cold cream and a basket filled with a jumble of costume jewelry: faux pearls, a silver cat brooch with emerald eyes, a pile of tarnished bangle bracelets.

I pulled the picture free and wiped the dust from the glass. A rugged blonde woman smiled out of the frame, pink cheeked and windblown. She perched on a rock, arms outstretched to hug a gangly girl on either side, while a third hovered just outside her grasp, a sour look upon her face. The youngest, hair in braids and knees in band-aids, clutched a book to her chest. The other looked wide-eyed and a little shell-shocked, as if too many days without a telephone and MTV had sent her over the edge.

Annie peered over my shoulder as I perched on the edge of the bed, careful not to muss the hand-stitched quilt that had lain there since before I was born.

“Ohmigod, Carly!” Annie squealed. She grabbed the photo with the authority of an eldest sister. “Do you remember that frightful camping trip?”

“You mean the one where you and Mom tried to ditch me in the woods?” Jenny inquired, poking her head through the doorway.

Annie rolled her eyes. “Please, Jen. When are you going to let that go? We left you clues in the dirt along the riverbank. You should have been paying attention when Mom gave us that survival lesson instead of burying your nose in a book.”

“It was ‘Little Women’!”

“The river,” I mused. “That was the first time we’d ever swum anywhere that wasn’t chlorinated. Annie had us convinced we were all going to catch some horrible disease.”

“I was teasing. That water was too cold for anything to live in it.”

“How about the food?” Jenny asked, breaking into a wide grin as Annie groaned.

“I still can’t eat beans and wieners without thinking about how I upchucked on that horse ride.”

“The horse ride,” I echoed. “Remember the green apples we picked in the orchard? They were almost too tart to eat.”

“Almost?” Jenny wrinkled her nose.

I pulled the photo away from Annie, gasping as it slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor.

“No,” I wailed softly, kneeling down amongst the broken glass, tears on my cheeks.

“Calm down, Carly. We’ll get a new frame.”

“It’s not that,” I sniffled. “Mom wanted us to love camping as much as she did, but all we did that whole trip was complain. We never told her how much fun we truly had, never once thanked her for those priceless memories. And now it’s too late,” I added, casting my gaze to the empty bedroom piled full with the boxes of Mom’s belongings.

“Don’t worry, Carly,” Jenny said, crouching down to shake the glass from the photo. She flipped it over so that we could read Mom’s flowery script on the back. The Wilde Women - Best Vacation Ever. “She knew.”