There was a pregnant pause that hung in the air over the girl. So many questions in Lane’s mind waited to spill out into the frosty early morning air. Reluctantly, the wild red-headed girl replied, wrapping her arms around herself like a cocoon while nodding her head.
“Yes,” she whispered.
When confronted with the supernatural, skepticism was usually the default position for most individuals. For Lane and Luna, it was more a matter of narrowing down exactly what category of supernatural the situation fell under in comparison to all the other weird shit they’d encountered over the years. Digging into his pocket, Lane withdrew the palm-sized spiral notebook he kept for recording such instances. Thumbing over the tabs, Lane flipped open the section labelled, ‘Spooks and Spectral Phenomenon.’
“Ghost,” Lane said mostly to himself while uncapping his pen, “If you don’t mind, can we ask you a few questions to narrow down exactly what kind of ghost we’re dealing with?”
“Have you recently had a close relative pass away?” Luna began while pacing back and forth behind Lane. Her delicate fingers plucked imaginary violin strings in the air while her brain was busy turning over the possibilities.
“I’m sorry, who are you two, exactly?” The red-headed girl asked, bordering on breaking down into angry tears again. Couldn’t blame her. This time of night, alone, a possible ghost; Lane should have developed a better bedside manner for this sort of work, but he was thirteen. He shouldn’t even be doing this kind of work at all.
“I’m sorry, I know this must be difficult, terrifying for you. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. My name is Lane, and this is my sister Apollena. We literally deal with stuff like this all the time,” Lane said, taking a cautious step forward.
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