LUCIUS'S POV
"Mandy?" I ask watching her body drop to the floor unconscious. I look at Tristan and then their mother who is just looking at Mandy.
"What the hell Mandy." The mother says bending down and shaking Miranda's arm. Tristan looks at me and opens his mouth to say something but the stops when his mother turns to him.
"What is wrong with her?" She asks Tristan. Like that kid knows. He's 8. What is wrong with this mother? Shouldn't she be concerned her daughter just collapsed on the floor? Not asking an 8 year old what is wrong, like he would know!
"This happened earlier when she grabbed that book." Tristan says pointing at the leather bound journal. The mother flips the notebook in her hand.
"This was in your closet." The mother says, not questioning it but simply stating it.
"I wanted to never tell you guys about this, but when Mandy started acting weird around here I thought I might have to." The mother says vaguely. Tristan looks at me and I motion for him to ask her what she is talking about. Preferably in another room so I can figure what is happening to Mandy.
"I didn't know if it would get passed down to you since, I lost my abilities but I guess it did." Their mother says and I realize what she is talking about. She must have been able to see ghosts in her life too. But how did these abilities just disappear? From the sounds of it she doesn't have these abilities anymore. I don't think it is an easy thing to accomplish getting rid of powers, or have them taken from you.
"Go talk with your Mother over there, so I can see what is happening with Mandy." I tell Tristan pointing towards the counter.
"Okay." He says glancing at me quickly, and then walking to the counter.
"Is there one here right now?" Mandy's mother asks looking around.
"No." I blurt out.
"No." Tristan says looking right at me, pretending he is looking at Mandy.
"Should we do something about Mandy?" The mother asks looking at her daughter sprawled on the ground.
"No!" I say loudly and Tristan follows suit.
"No, this happened earlier, she was fine when she woke up, we might hurt her if we do anything right now." Tristan says sounding very mature for his age. But I guess this stuff would prematurely mature you.
I bend down and touch Mandy's forehead with a zap. She is burning up. Did she get sick from what happened earlier and collapse or is she in a vision? I had noticed before when she would have visions in her sleep that she would be lying completely still, compared to her normal thrashy sleeping patterns.
If she had a vision earlier from touching the notebook then it would make sense that it could happen now, but why is she burning up, and why hasn't she already woken up. Visions can seem to last hours but only last a couple seconds. It's like when you have a dream you are only actually dreaming for seconds at a time, but it seems to have lasted the whole night.
I stand up and look at the mother who is still holding the notebook, occasionally skimming through the pages. Most are all filled with writing, some cross-hatched, but there are a few drawings and diagrams dispersed throughout it. I continue looking over her shoulder, ignoring what she is saying to Tristan. It is quite easy considering ghosts can completely block the human plain out if they want. But something pulls me back into their world. A phone has started ringing, I look around but it's not the house hold phone, it's coming from the coffee table in the living room.
I jog over to see who's phone it is, and it is Mandy's. She must have left it there last night or the night before. She hasn't used it much in the last month to be completely honest. I look at who is calling and it is Aiden.

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I'm in Love With a Ghost
ParanormalI'm Miranda, Mandy for short. My best friend is Claire, I have a little brother who is 8 his name is Tristan. I'm a normal teenager, a senior in high-school to be exact. Wait did I just say normal? Hell I'm about 2,000 miles away from normal. I ca...