The Ghosts of Christmas (Ghost Seekers Inc. #3)

Prologue.

Christmas Village - Fiona

“Oh, no!” I exclaimed as I watched the tree lights outside flicker, go out, then come back on. Anxiously, I turned to Simon.

“We need to get someone in.” Simon prodded the turkey he’d just taken out of the oven.

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed. “I’ll call Connor.”

“Good idea. No! Not the damn turkey!” Simon yelled and lunged forward. Shocked, I gaped as the bird stood on its wonderfully basted, cooked legs and started scurrying across the worktop.

I couldn’t help it and screamed. Simon skidded to a halt as the turkey began doing what could only be called the cancan.

“Ah, no, I can’t watch,” I cried.

“Shit, I spent ages cooking that damn bird!” Simon yelled and lunged.

I shrieked as the turkey danced sideways, but Simon took it down like a professional running back. Juice spurted everywhere, and Simon’s tee became soaked with fat.

“Ow, ow, it’s hot!” Simon shouted and dumped the turkey on its cooling plate. The turkey shuffled, and wincing, I pointed a finger.

“Don’t you dare move! Simon, go shower… what on earth… nope, I can’t do this anymore!” I exclaimed, yanking my phone out.

Simon offered me a baleful look, and I shook my head. Tackling the turkey indeed. Why on earth would anyone do that? Then again, why wasn’t I fazed by a dancing turkey? These things happened a lot around here.

I heard a rattle and turned a beady eye on our dinner.

I’d accepted a while back that the town was haunted, but I couldn’t imagine my guests being overjoyed by a dancing turkey! Actually, they probably wouldn’t be happy with any of the shenanigans happening here.

Determined to get help, I yanked out my cell and dialled our old friend, Connor Cartwright. He loved the paranormal and would easily deal with this.