Shiverham Hall was a hotel with a difference. All the guests were dead. Ghosts came from the spirit world to be greeted by Shiverham’s spooky staff. There were 22 ice-cold bedrooms... a poltergeist- powered jacuzzi.. and a string quartet playing haunting tunes. No living soul dared visit the Hotel. It was far too creepy. The ghosts were left in peace. Then one afternoon the hotel’s deadly hush was shattered. Most of the ghosts were napping. Mr Quiver, The hotel manager, had came down for a glass of water. Suddenly a round-faced man flung open the front door and strode up to the reception desk. This is just what I’ve been looking for he boomed. A Tall Thin man scuttled in after him. Um, Are you sure Mr Slate? He asked nervously. Of course I’m sure Simkins barked Slate. This will make the perfect site for my new hotel I’ve had it all designed. Slate proudly spread out a large plan in front of his assistant. Behind them, Mr Quiver sneaked up to get a better look. Rooftop sun terrace and pool, Suite for personal guests of Mr Slate, all night burger bar, giant 24 hour disco, underground parking for 500 Cars. Mr Quiver was horrified. I will have this place demolished in no time. Slate went on. But perhaps I’ll look around and see if there’s anything worth saving first. Don’t be too long gulped Simkins. They said the place is haunted. Ridiculous cried Slate. Ghosts don’t exist. And I’ll stay the night to prove it. We don’t exist eh? Thought Mr Quiver as he floated upstairs. Minutes later he gathered the hotel staff together. No one was happy about Slate’s plans. We’ll never get any peace in his noisy New Hotel Wailed Charlie the waiter. And where will Our ghostly guests go? asked Elsie The Maid. Slate will have to be frightened off. Said Mr Quiver. As soon as it gets dark, we’ll start haunting. Slate was climbing the rickety stairs to bed when Mr Quiver appeared in front of him. Slate looked a little surprised. But then he shrugged. Out of my way potato head he shouted. Mr Quiver had never been so insulted in his life or his death. But the ghosts weren’t finished yet. As Slate brushed his teeth, Igor The Porter popped up through the plug hole. Another stupid Spook! The staff didn’t give up. That night Slate was visited by a stream of ghosts. Elsie brought the bedsheets to life. Charlie rattled a ghostly tea tray next to Slate’s pillow. Cora the cook sent possessed pots flying through the air. Even the hotel guests tried to put the shivers up the unwelcome visitor. Sir Gauntlet showed off his battle scars. Lord Doublet lost his head. And miss Gauntly, the wailing lady, moaned the entire night. But none of them could raise a single goosebump. Next morning Mr Quiver listened in on Slate’s meeting with Simpkins. You were right said Slate this place is full of ghosts. Really stuttered Simkins nervously so you’ll forget your plans? No way said Slate people will pay even more to stay in a luxury haunted hotel I’ll soon have those spooks hard at work. I’ll make a fortune! Within minutes the ghosts’ tragic tale appeared on the spirit World Wide Web. It looked as if the ghosts’ peaceful life was coming to an end. Next day, The staff watched from the shadows As slate dreamed of what was to come. Suddenly a spooky figure appeared from nowhere. Yoo Hoo! she cried. Aha! Said Slate. Another spook and the very ugly one. Don’t you recognise me Percy? Said the ghost it’s me your great aunt Mabel let auntie give you a nice big kiss! Slate’s ghostly aunt planted a slobbery wet kiss on his cheek. Slate’s face turned bright red. I read all about you on the ghosts’ gazette website said Mabel so I’ve decided to come and live in your lovely new hotel. I’ll look after you Percy cried Mabel. I’ll feed you up on my special cabbage soup and I’ll make sure you get a bath and a big kiss every bedtime! Slate had been terrified of his aunt when she was alive now she was even scarier. I’ve changed my mind The stammered, tore up his plans and ran.