Who Killed Sarah Foster?

24. Never Mind

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Janet Wayne smiled at the awkward boy as the two teens walked inside her house.

"You have a gorgeous house, ma'am." He complimented as she closed the door.

"Thank you so much child. You are Calum, right?"

"Yeah I am here to finally research shi- stuff."

The two turned to Leah, who was conversing with thin air.

Janet's eyes widened and quickly darted to Calum, who had his own wide eyes fixated on the space next to her granddaughter. He then looked over at her, his eyes widening even more. But then he laughed nervously and said, "Haha.. You know Leah, she has this habit of having imaginary conversations out loud."

Janet furrowed her brows. Had her granddaughter made the boy to believe that? Or was he just protecting her.

"She knows." Leah said, sitting down on the couch, her eye brow raised. Calum looked over at her, looking lost. "Obviously she does Foster, I told you that, didn't I?"

"He knows?" Janet was even more surprised than she was when she heard from her daughter-in-law that Leah was coming over with a friend. A friend. A male friend.

"Oh you didn't tell her?" Calum turned to her.

Leah rolled her eyes.

"Alright, listen up inhabitants of this house, Calum Foster knows about me being a vessel and an exorcist. Though he still doesn't clearly know what it means to be a vessel."

"Who are the inhabitants?" Calum asked. "Mrs. Wayne and the ghost you were talking to?"

"There are three ghosts here."

Calum again felt the overwhelming weight on his chest. He was a normal dude after all. No matter how tough he pretended to be, he was still scared. He wasn't scared of any of this because he had believed that they didn't exist but now they did and the way Leah was so cautious and calculative around them, he was scared of what they could do.

"Don't worry. They won't hurt you. They are nice people." Leah said again and finally got up from the couch.

"Alright Grandma, what's for dinner?"

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It was three in the morning and Leah, the eight-year-old ghost Martha and the ghosts of her great grandmother Evelyn and Uncle Joseph were in the study.

For someone without paranormal vision, it was just Leah and two flying books and a flying vase.

"That is antique Martha, do not break it!" Evelyn scolded as she turned through the pages of her son's journal from the year 1976.

"It's not like she won't be able to fix it even if she broke it!" Leah commented as she tried to decipher the scribblings of her eccentric grandfather. She realized that many a times she was there with him when he wrote in these or read through these because there were small doodles that she did and her name written in different faded colors in her old ugly handwriting.

"It is there, but you need to learn to respect the sentiments that are attached to these objects." She scolded her great granddaughter, her eyes narrowed.

"Yes yes. I will shut up now and do my work."

"How do you even read this?" Joseph squinted at the page.

Evelyn sighed. "He always had bad handwriting. I even appointed a calligraphist once to help him but it was futile.. obviously."

"Did you know you just sounded like Severus Snape?" Leah snickered as she read effortlessly through the pages, having a handwriting just as ugly and undecipherable as her grandfather's.

"Who is that young man?"

"Never mind." Leah sighed and then quickly sat up, her eyes wide and she read through what she did. "JACKPOT!" She exclaimed. The books and vase were dropped and the ghosts were hovering over her within seconds, all their eyes on the broken vase.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes and turned to the kid.

"Oops." She laughed nervously and quickly put her hand forward, reversing the break and placing the vase where it belonged.

"You should respect your dead son and father's belongings as well." Leah c****d her head in the direction of the books on the floor.

Evelyn gave her a death glare as she used her powers to put them back in place, failing to understand that her granddaughter had gotten her attitude and sassiness from none other than herself.

"Okay, so what does it say?" Joseph squinted at the writing that resembled ECGs, not being able to make head or tail out of anything.

Leah tapped on the middle of the page.

"Today I learnt that, by hosting a deceased soul before its final rites, I am giving it permission to find solace in me." She read; her eyes furrowed. "And hence, along with the place, object or person that was its threshold, the deceased soul's threshold expands to anywhere I might be."

"What does that mean?" Evelyn wondered out loud. The ghosts were clueless but Leah put the puzzles together. She gestured for them to move back and give her space. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her power, willing Sarah Foster to appear in front of her.

"Where the hell am I?"

Leah's eyes snapped open.

"Whoa!" She exhaled as she saw the ghost of her classmate and Calum's sister in front of her.

"Hey Leah, where am I?" Sarah asked, looking around.

"Grandma's house." Leah sighed, shook her head and closed her eyes again.

"What is she-" Sarah was cut off by the other three ghosts cutting her off with their collective shushes.

Leah tried hard to summon Paul and Michael, but to no avail.

She tried hard for half an hour but nothing happened.

And finally she opened her eyes and looked up at Sarah and said again, "Whoa!

"What?" Sarah was absolutely clueless.

"Two ghosts I know are gonna be so frustrated with all the perks you have, that's what."

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