The ghost who had spoken was a girl with gray hair and green eyes- unnaturally green eyes for a ghost. She wore a worn teal t-shirt nearly mirroring the one I knew my sister wore, as well as flower-embroidered jeans."Shut up. I needed to see my sister, and I thought she was in here." I noticed my sister lying on her bed. Something was wrong. It appeared that she was sleeping... but she wasn't. She was brain- dead. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER!?!?" I shouted to the ghost.She winced. "YOU shut up this time, my parents are going to hear. You'll get me busted."Wait...what? Parents? I ignored that comment. She must have been disoriented. "You didn't know? People can't hear you when you're dead. Only other ghosts and those who killed you can see you. And if you died from natural causes, no one other than ghosts can see you. Blah blah blah. Also, ANSWER MY QUESTION NOW."She sighed. "First tell me your name. You remember your name, right?"I was ticked off, but I answered, "Lani. Lani Wing. You?"
She was totally gaping.
"What is it??? Spit it out." I told her.
"Y-you are Lani Wing?"
I sighed. "Yeah, I am. Who are you?"
"I-I'm your sister. Oriana Wing."
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Ghost Story
ParanormalFourteen-year old Oriana discovers that the procedure done on her to save her life when she was younger has accidentally given her the ability of seeing ghosts- for a price, of course. When she gets entangled with a mystery several years old- the in...