"I'm a...a ghost magnet. A sensitive," I began. Feozva, how I hated how weak that made me sound. "According to my sister, ghosts are a build-up of negative energy that are stuck between this life and the next. They're attracted to sensitives' positive energy because they think I'll...help them."
"Help them how?"
I looked up at him, trying to gauge whether he believed me so far, but I couldn't read his blank expression. "They think they can pass to the other side through me." I took a deep breath and stood so I could pace the room. "But for whatever reason, I attract only wicked ghosts. All the others act like they don't see me. My earliest memories are ghosts haunting me, torturing me, to go to the other side, and nearly killing me in the process."
"Torturing you." Not a question, a
