6 The tramp on the wall
A tramp on a
neighbour's wall spooks Jack when he realises no one else sees him
more like a hippy than a tramp
Art: Gloria Dexter
The tramp on the wall, stared straight at Jack’s
house. Unable to shake off a creepy feeling, Jack hastily ducked behind the
curtains, like Mum when nosing.
The tramp was old, about twenty or thirty; a strange
looking man with pasty white skin and thick eyebrows hooding glaring black
eyes, dead as buttons. His clothes were like something from a jumble sale: a
funny old jacket with piping down the front; stripy flared trousers; muddy
heavy boots, and a woolly hat over filthy uncombed hair. He seemed more like a
hippy than a tramp. Regardless, he was certainly not somebody old Gibson would
want hanging about his property.
from Chapter 2 Happy Thoughts
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