Chapter one Hi. My name is Lacey Courtney, and I am a psychic medium; A psychic Medium is someone who use's a form of communication with spirits. I can hear and interact with spirits or "ghosts" as some people call them.Anyways, My eyes silently, but surely fluttered open. Last night had been quite a night. I finally helped the ghost that has been bugging me for help, tell his family he loved them, but all of them are dead, so that was a struggle. My body was stiff. It was as if my bones were super glued together, then all melted in place. My, long, blonde, straight-as-a-board hair was all over the place, in my piercing blue eyes and everything. and I knew it would be a struggle to get a brush through it. I went to my bathroom, fell a few times on the way there. One thing you should know about me, when I just wake up and I feel high. My world is blurry and my walking is... let's just say, horrible. I was in the bathroom, I opened my cabinet to get my brush and my make up. I shut my door, then immediately dropped everything. Another thing you should know is that I see ghosts, I only see celebrity ghosts. I am all out for helping normal people. People who work 24 hours a day trying to provide for their family. I guess it doesn't work that way. A tall, muscular, teen-aged looking guy stood behind me. His face pale, and bloody. I was too tired to actually realize that it was indeed, a ghost. I turned around, too see if I could know who he was, I turned on the radio and BAM! I got it! Yesterday morning, the teenaged Canadian pop singer, Justin Hannen, died in a car accident. He is most likely known for his song, "Babe" and dating the actress and singer, Tiffany Gomez. His eyes were very demanding, focused on me. He had a slight smile on his face. I usually never get scared, but for Justin, I almost kicked him in the shins, but then I remembered, He is a ghost. Nice going! "Um, Can I help you?" I asked in a very low voice. My family doesn't know about my ''gift''. They think ghosts are not real, and the idea is dumb. So, now you obviously see why I don't tell them. He stepped closer to me, then touched my shoulder, then my heart began racing. He started laughing like he was going to do something bad. I scream and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could. Even though I help these people, Justin was just, different. He was more terrifying, more hideous, and more, nasty looking. His clothes were all torn up, his brown hair was all crazy, as if he hadn't brushed it for like, a decade. He was just, gross. He came out of the bathroom, and his smile was gone. He made noises, like grunts. I guess he couldn't talk. Out of instinct, I grabbed my History notebook and my pen and gave them to him. I'm no harm. Wow, I guess he meant it because after he smiled and acted really silly. I asked him what happened, and he told me the story. Then I again asked why he needed my help. It shocked me, so I threw down the paper. Tiffany needs to know... I am not in love with her. I was only with her for her money. Well, I had no idea what to do. Tiffany Gomez has no desire to even talk to me, I'm a normal person. I guess I had to do my duty. I told him to sit here and stay in my room. What the heck? He is a ghost, no one would see him. I shrugged it off and went into my closet. This is going to be quite a day.