So, you've been... seeing things?" She asks, a skeptical look on his face.
"Yeah," I reply. It's all I can offer, really.
"Can you perhaps describe what kinds of things you think you're seeing?"
"I don't think I'm seeing them, I know I'm seeing them," I retaliate.
"And can you please elaborate on what them might be, Miss Jain?"
"Ghosts." I say. "I don't know why. But I do. And I can talk to them. And they can talk to me."
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Mara
Teen FictionShe sees things. Things others can't see. Everyone thinks she's insane, even her own mother, yet she can't deny the voices in her head, the figures that appear by her side. All her life, fifteen-year-old Mara Jain has been surrounded by ghosts. They...
