Who Killed Sarah Foster?

14. I am Done Ghost Sitting

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"Cool?" She asked impatiently, tapping her foot on the ground waiting for the slow sloth to give her a reply so that she could hunt down the ghost of his sister.

He nodded, still wide eyed.

She turned on her heels and quickly entered the building and walking a bit before she realized something.

Where was Paul?

He welcomed her every single day.

Was he with her? Trying to contain her? But where?

She was worried that something had happened to him.

New ghosts were unpredictable and Paul had no previous experience. What if Sarah tried to possess someone and Paul intervened and she did something to him?

Leah had no idea what ghosts could do to other ghosts. She had not done enough studying. Now she regretted it. Maybe it was time she took all of this more seriously and studied everything she could about it.

Leah made her way into the girl's restroom, locking herself in a box before closing the lid and sitting on top of it, resting her head to the wall before she closed her eyes, trying to gain control of her paranormal vision. Now that was something, she never had much control over. She was like a radar; she could sense the ghosts in her vicinity. But unlike her grandfather, she could not summon this specific power of hers at will, but then again, she was only sixteen and had not dealt with as many ghosts as her grandfather had in her lifetime.

Like most of her powers, this one too rendered her weak and her head throbbing. And hence she had sat herself down, trying to relax as she tried to see where the two ghosts were. Her concentration was broken by the first bell. She swore under her breath.

She had a History text in the morning and she couldn't afford to be late or absent for it because Mrs. Wilma Hills, her history teacher, was her neighbor and her mother would definitely get to know about it if she had skipped the test.

So she dragged herself to her classes all day morning, frustrated that her initial plan of letting Calum Foster in on everything will have to wait until she did the needful with the ghost of the newly deceased.

"Bitch." Someone muttered as Leah made her way to her Calculus class. It was her last class before lunch and she was feeling emotions she never felt before, so she was utterly confused by what she was called.

She looked up to see that it was none other than Kelly Nelson, the best friend of late Miss Sarah Foster, with whom her boyfriend Max Harris was cheating on her. They said it hurts more to lose a best friend than a lover. Leah wondered how the girl would have felt if she had lived long enough to find out what her boyfriend and best friend were doing behind her back.

She would most certainly be heartbroken. Her killer did her that one favor by not waiting for after she had learned about this unforgivable betrayal.

"Mind your stupid mouth, w***e!" Leah rolled her eyes as she walked away, leaving the girl flabbergasted.

Everyone in the whole wide world who knew Leah Wayne thought she was just a freak or social outcast who didn't talk much. But the truth about the young girl was that she just didn't enjoy human company. It was greatly annoying and unproductive to her.

And she had let others bully her and not retaliated was because she wanted to stay low and not be seen as a threat. But she had realized that if she wanted to figure out who killed Sarah Foster, she really needed to change her ways, because she needed to know everyone related to her and she needed to have the ability to approach and confront them, another one of the things she needed Calum Foster for.

She hadn't made her plan yet but it was slowly forming in her head and she was positive that she will succeed. She had no doubt on her abilities, as scary as humans were, she was a vessel. She knew she had that one power which would protect her at all times, and no, it wasn't conjuring zombies!

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Calum watched the girl he was supposed to meet up with at the library hurry away in the opposite direction. He was miffed. He scolded himself for letting her talk herself out of that situation.

"LEAH!!!" He called out as he watched her turn a corner. He quickly took after her through the empty hallways, all the students and teachers either in the cafeteria, lounge or quad.

Leah was running for her life as she made it to the stairs that led to the rooftop. Her paranormal vision had shut down all her other senses and she had stumbled twice, barely managing to keep her nose intact.

She ran up the stairs, two at a time and pushed the door open.

Paul and Sarah stood there, Sarah looking down with an insatiable hunger in her eyes while Paul leaned against the railing, a bored expression on his face as his hand held onto Sarah's wrist.

Sara turned around quickly when she heard the sound of the door opening, her eyes wide with hunger and excitement as she watched a living human walk into her den.

"Took you long enough." Paul rolled his eyes, letting go of her hand. "I am done ghost sitting. Now I shall watch the drama." He walked to the adjacent railing and stood in between the two. A ghost and a vessel.

Sarah looked at Leah like a traveler in the desert looking like an oasis. Her body looked like the most perfect one in the world to her. She was the most perfect person in her eyes. Isn't it just romantic? Would have been, if it wasn't for the fact that what Sarah wanted wasn't human, but the human body.

There is nothing a newly deceased craves more than life. Especially those who took it or had it taken away.

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