title: The Ghosts of Misty Hollow (Ghost of Granny Apples)
author:  Sue Ann Jaffarian 
description: <b>Praise for the Ghost of Granny Apples Mysteries</b><br> <b>&#160;</b><br> &ldquo;Sue Ann Jaffarian never fails to make me chuckle.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Joanne Fluke<br> &#160;<br> &ldquo;A charming tale, as appealing as apple pie.&rdquo;&mdash;Harley Jane Kozak, author of <i>A Date You Can&rsquo;t Refuse</i><br> &#160;<br> &ldquo;A series that remains fun while seamlessly incorporating an incorporeal spirit who feels real and whose love of pop culture is always welcome.&rdquo;&mdash;Kings River Life Magazine<br> &#160;<br> &ldquo;[Jaffarian&rsquo;s] plot is fabulously soapy and complex; the mystery...is twisty, turny, and thoughtfully constructed; and Emma&rsquo;s investigation is refreshingly thorough and logically undertaken.&rdquo;&mdash;Smitten by Books<br><br>"Book six in the Ghost of Granny Apples Mysteries, contains delightful and charming characters, vivid descriptions of a North East autumn, and an enjoyable read supplying humor as well as suspense."--Reader to Reader
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  ## Contents
  
  
  [Chapter 1: Finders Keepers](ch01.html#ch01)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 2: Ghost on the Loose](ch02.html#ch02)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 3: The Key to the Mystery](ch03.html#ch03)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 4: Pumpkin Bombs](ch04.html#ch04)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 5: The Candy Clue](ch05.html#ch05)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 6: Grumpy Grandma](ch06.html#ch06)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 7: The Ghost Returns](ch07.html#ch07)
  
  
  
  
  
  [Chapter 8: The Cookie Clue](ch08.html#ch08)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## [1](contents.html)
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Finders Keepers
  
  
  Hey, stop! You’re getting leaves in my hair!” Bess Marvin shouted.
  
  
  Nancy Drew laughed at her best friend. Then she picked up another handful of
  dried leaves. She tossed them up in the air. They fluttered onto her own head
  as they fell to the ground.
  
  
  “I just raked those,” Bess said. She put her hands on her hips.
  
  
  “No, you didn’t,” George Fayne said to her cousin. “I raked them.”
  
  
  Nancy giggled and pulled her jacket tightly around her. The cold fall air made
  her sh