The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Mystery

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March 2014

ZAYN'S POV

As soon as I reached home, I pulled out my laptop and searched for my ability. Clairvoyism, or whatever you call it.

I sifted through every website I could find, but I couldn't find anything about being able to touch ghosts. After hours of burning my eyes, I finally came across a somewhat useful site, and clicked it open. Hmm.

When a human is able to feel a ghost's touch, and vice versa, it can only be because of the following reasons.

. The ghost has unfinished business with the human.

. The ghost has a mediac connection with the human.

. The ghost or the clairvoyant/medium's ability develops.

. The ghost had a deep connnection with the human in their life.

Yep... I'm gonna have to go with the third reason. I didn't know my ability could develop this further. That I would be able to touch ghosts. Wow. Is it just me?

"Yeah, pretty much." I jumped with a start, knocking my laptop off my lap. I glared at the ghost standing at the far end of my room, as I retrieved my computer.

"What do you mean?" I questioned Ned.

"I mean, that think again about the reason your ability has developed, lad," Ned told me, and I scowled.

"Did you just come down here to throw me some riddles, or give me some answers?"

"Touchy, touchy," Ned tutted. "Like I said before, think harder, use google. And," he paused. "Your Mum is proud of you."

"R-really?"

"Yeah, kid. You're doing great."

"Oh. Tell her that..." I trailed off, nibbling my bottom lip.

"Sure. See ya." And Ned disappeared.

Wow, okay. So looks like my ability just became yet another new mystery for me. But, is Niall the only ghost that I can touch, or can I touch others too?

Well, Niall can only feel my skin, not anyone else's, or so he's told me. So let's see.

And speaking of the blonde ghost, I wonder where he goes to when he isn't visiting me. I feel the urge to ask him that, but always refrain to do so. It's not my business.

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"So, did you finally move on from the old shed?" I asked, and the ghost sitting opposite to me nodded.

"Yeah. I feel so much better now, so much free. I can't believe I never had the guts to do such a simple thing, and that it was the solution all along. Thank you so much, Zayn."

I smiled genuinely. "No problem. Oh, and can I ask you a favor?"

Anthony, the ghost, grinned. "Sure, anything mate."

"This might sound weird but... Can I touch you?"

"Huh? But you can't touch me? I'm a ghost, remember?"

"Um, yeah. But I just need to test my ability." I reached out and tentatively touched Anthony's arm, and felt the familiar feeling of shoving my hand into an ice cold mist.

I pulled my hand back, shivering slightly.

"Um, thanks Anthony," I murmured, deep in thought. I didn't even hear his reply, or notice him apparate away.

So, I still can't touch other ghosts, so why only Niall? It can't be 'cos of what I had read. I don't have a special connection with Niall! I didn't even know the guy when he was alive!

There's gotta be some rational explanation for this!

I then scoffed at my own thought. Really, Zayn? With the weird hereditary ability you have, and your job, you're asking for a rational explanation?

"Son, you home?" I heard Dad's unmistakable gravelly voice from the hallway, and froze.

I stood up from the couch, biting my lip. "Dad? Wow, you're home early?"

"Yeah, the last dates got cancelled," Dad shrugged, taking off his coat and walking over to the coach, slumping on it. I followed his actions, sitting beside him. Dad then turned to me with a worried expression. Uh oh. Here it comes.

"How long were you here Dad?" I sighed.

"Long enough, Zayn. Who were you talking to?"

"Just to a friend on the phone," I lied.

Dad nodded, but didn't say anything else. I know he was worried about me, this wasn't the first time he had caught me, presumbly talking to myself.

And it sucks that I can't tell him the truth.

"Dad, I'm just gonna go... you must be tired too," I stated, inching towards the stairs.

"Yeah, okay," Dad nodded, giving up. Poor guy. He thinks I can see and talk to ghosts. Little does he know, how spot on he is.

As Dad was now back from his convention, it'll be a lot harder for me to do counselling inside the house. I look a turn into the hallway and jogged up the stairs to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.

Looks like I need to do some more googling. And talk to Niall again, of course.

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Super short and sucky! So sorry!

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