The Ghost on the Stairs
Jon doesn’t believe in ghosts. Not even if his mother does, and married a man who researches ghost sightings for his own TV show. Not even when they travel with the show, and visit “haunted” places. But his younger sister Tania claims she can see the ghosts. Deciding to believe her is just the first challenge. Softhearted Tania wants to help the ghosts. First the siblings have to find out what happened to keep each ghost trapped in this world. Then they have to help the ghosts move on—sometimes by letting them take over Tania’s body. All this while dealing with their overprotective mother, a stepfather who’d want to exploit Tania’s gift, and a changing assortment of human troublemakers.
"OMG, I loved this! What a great, great read." - Saundra M.
"It's a fun one for kids, and it's an interesting take on the challenges of communication with spirits." - Charlotte's Library
"Eboch has a nice writing style, and she crafts her stories well, carefully building suspense, showing her action, and setting scene.... Around the ghost stories, Eboch weaves river lore, Mark Twain, tidbits concerning steamboat operation, and morals, manners, and customs of late 19th Century America that could just entice someone to pick up “Tom Sawyer,” or go learn something about mining towns." - Radio host Connie Gotsch
"A great start to a suspenseful new series.... These brave kids take on this challenge without adult assistance, and the grown-ups are great supporting characters who let the kids do their own thing. Haunted is a fun read with some thrills and chills and has the added bonus of some genuine, compassionate personalities." — Librarian Julie S.
Haunted: The Ghost on the Stairs
“I don’t like it,” Tania said.
I glanced down at my sister, then back at the hotel. “It looks like an old castle.”
“It looks haunted.”
I laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to believe that garbage!”
She hunched her head between her shoulders. “Of course not. I just mean it’s spooky.”
“You just feel that way because … because of everything that’s happened.”
She kept staring at the hotel, her blue eyes huge in her thin face. She was standing so close I could smell her peppermint shampoo. I wasn’t sure what to say to Tania sometimes. We’d gotten pretty close in the last two years, even though she was my little sister. Nobody else understood what we had been through. But what did I know about eleven-year-old girls? And knowing what she had been through, I knew I couldn’t say anything to make things better. Still, I was her big brother and had to try.
The hotel really did look like a castle, with tall, narrow windows in gray stone walls. The top of the wall had notches in it—crenellations, I think they’re called. A gargoyle squatted above the door, sticking his tongue out at us. They must have modeled the hotel on something in Europe, because it sure didn’t look American, even though we were in Colorado.
I said, “It’s four stars, and we have our own rooms. Mom and Bruce will be so busy with their TV show that we can do anything we want. We can order room service and watch cable all day. Or we can explore, and they’ll let us go anywhere, because we’re with the TV crew. It’ll be cool.”
She finally looked up at me, and managed a little smile. I grinned at her.
“Jonathan! Titania!” Our mother waved from near the camera crew’s van. “Come here, I want you to meet someone.”
Tania’s nose wrinkled. I crossed my eyes at her, and we walked to the van with Tania sticking as close as a Siamese twin.
This girl stepped out of the van. My heart jumped into my throat.
Mom said, “This is Magdalene, the production assistant. She’ll look after you, so ask her if you need anything.”
I stepped away from Tania but she scooted right up next to me again. My voice squeaked as I said “Hi!” and I felt my face get hot. I thrust out my hand and tried to lower my voice. I stammered, “I’m, um, it’s nice to meet you.”
She took my hand for about half a second and said, “Call me Maggie.” Her eyes flicked from Tania to me. I tried to think of something to say, but my brain wasn’t working. She turned and crawled back into the van.
Mom said, “Go on into the hotel. Bruce will give you your room keys.”
I lingered to see if Maggie would come back out of the van. Tania took half a step away, and then turned and looked back. “Jon?” I sighed and followed her, glancing over my shoulder.
I trailed through the door after Tania. Just inside, I stopped to look around. Sure enough, a suit of armor stood next to the curving staircase ahead of us. “Man, where do they think they are?” I whispered. “And when?”
Tania gasped. I glanced at her to see where she was looking. She was staring straight ahead, with her mouth open. I couldn’t see anything so interesting on the stairs. I looked back out the door toward the van. What was Maggie doing? Could I help?
Tania made some sound. “What’s up?” I mumbled.
I heard a thump and looked back to see Tania crumpled on the floor.