The Ghost

A throat clears. Lights turn on. Cameras start rolling.
"...And...We're live!"

The camera screen lights up, revealing a female reporter, that seemed to be in her mid-twenties. She had caramel blonde, curly hair that went past her shoulders, but was up in a ponytail at the moment. She had bright, blue eyes and had fair skin.

She smiled, once the Cameraman gestured to start. "Hello! My name is Mindy Richardson. Reporting to you live, this Mother's Day, for a special kind of mother." She said into the microphone.

Mindy gestured to the light blue farmhouse, that stood behind her. "Here we are at one, Ms. Conway's beautiful home, as she stands to be ONE of the most special mothers out there."

Mindy leaned closer to the camera. "Why? Because, her child is one of a kind." She smiled, stepping back from the camera.

"Now, let's go, shall we?" Mindy asked, before turning around and started heading to the house. The camera following behind her.

Then, the camera went black and....

....the commercials started.

All over the world, many sat waiting and wondering about why the woman could be the one of the most special? And, 'one of a kind child', what does that mean?

••••

"...And, we're back. Here we are on the pouch of Ms. Conwell's house." Mindy summarized into the microphone.

She stepped forward and knocked on the door, before jumping as the door swung open.

The camera shook slightly. Mindy looked into the camera, shock clear as day.

She cleared her throat. "Ms. Conway!" Mindy called into the house, without moving from her spot.

"Coming!" A voice sounded, bouncing off the walls making it seem eerie. The only thing that ruined the picture was the voice, it was sweet and warm, sounding like a mother's voice.

Mindy looked more relaxed now. The camera even stopped shaking.

Light footsteps were heard, as an middle aged woman came into view.

She had brown hair, kind hazel eyes, and she wore a plain, blue casual dress.

She smiled. "Did the door swing open on you?" Ms. Conway suggested, amusement clear in her voice and eyes.

Mindy blinked. Clearing her throat, as she straightened up. "Yes. Do you know how it happened?" She asked, acting like the reporter she was.

Ms. Conway smiled knowingly, gesturing for them to follow, before leading the way...

...as the door slammed closed....

••••

"....Finally! It's back on!" Mindy cheerfully cried out in relief.

The camera, now back on, was staring at a wall. The moved as the camera guy picked it up. Now, it shows a three chair table, that held a plate of cookies and lemonade.

Mindy sat in one seat, while Ms. Conway sat across from her. They seemed to be in a kitchen.

Their hostess smiled, though there seemed to be sympathy and sorrow in her eyes. "The camera turning off must have been from Layla. I'm terribly sorry." Ms. Conway apologized.

That seemed to peak Mindy's interest. "Layla?" She asked.

Ms. Conway nodded. "Yes. She's the reason you're here in the first place." She looked between the camera and Mindy.