Hey, guys! I know i have other stories to finish, but this story came to me and i couldn't help but write it!

I hope you like it.

Annabeth's POV
Ever since i was little, i could...see things. Spirits flying around in the air, Angels watching over people. And some not so friendly spirits. The word was getting around; almost everyone in New York knew my name and what i could do. Some people stayed away from me, and others thought it was pretty cool. But I'm used to it, nothing scared me anymore. Nothing.

Everything was normal. I had just helped a man get a spirit out of his house (the poor spirit of little Jackie didn't know how to cross to the other side. So she was stuck in that house for a hundred years) and now i was heading toward Central Park. When i got to Central Park, i found a parking space (don't ask me how, i was surprised to) and started walking around. I sat down on a bench and just looked around. Suddenly my phone began to ring. I took it out of my pocket.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi, is this Miss. Chase?" Some guy asked.

"Yes, this is she."

"Miss. Chase there are some spirits in one of my apartments. They have been here a while, I've been getting reports about them for 30 years. And no one wants to live in that apartment, anymore, they are too afraid of the ghost. Can you help?" The man asked. I smiled.

"Of course, i can. I will need your name and the address."

"Oh, my name is Omar and the address is..." Omar said. (A.N./ He gave her the address, i just didn't know what to put down...Sorry)

"Alright, Sir. I will be there in a couple of hours. See you then."

"Thank you, Miss. Chase." Omar said before hanging up. I sighed, and was about to stand up when a familiar spirit sat down next to me.

"Hello, Annabeth!" The blonde haired spirit said.

"Ryan? I thought you passed to the 'other side' weeks ago?" I said talking to the empty space next to me. The tourist that passed by looked at me as if i was out of my mind. But the regular New Yorkers just smiled and kept walking.

"I don't want to!" He said.

"I swear, you are more stubborn than me. I can't help you anymore; i have another job to get to." I said as i stood up and walked to my car. Suddenly Ryan appeared in front of me, making me halt to a stop.

"I need your help." Ryan said.

"Fine, look up into the sky..." I said, pointing. Ryan looked up into the sky.

"You see that?" I asked. It was a beautiful yet, blinding white light. It showed what the person wanted the most. In Ryan's case, his family.

"They're waiting for you." I told Ryan. He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Annabeth." He said.

"No problem." I said, as i watched him get engulfed by the light. The last thing i saw was Ryan hugging his mom and dad. I smiled, Well done, Chase. Well done.

I got into my car and drove home.

P A G E B R E A K ! ! ! :D

I drove to the address Omar had given me. I had everything i need stuffed into my gray Jansport backpack. I wasn't a Ghost hunter, so that meant i didn't need all the recorders or anything. Those things just scare the spirits. Because to them, they are not dead. They don't know who we are. The don't understand why everything has changed. They don't know.

As i got to the address, i stepped out of the car and threw my backpack over my shoulder. I walked up, in front of the building and looked up. A cold breeze hit me, but it didn't penetrate my black leather jacket. Up in a window i saw a black figure looking down at me. The wind sped up and my hair was flying everywhere. I looked away, and put my hair in a ponytail. Then i looked back up and the figure was gone.

Yep. Something is definitely here. I thought to myself, as i climbed the steps into the apartment lobby. As soon as i opened the door, i felt the warmth of the place. I looked over to the wall and saw a big sign that said 'Welcome to Verano Apartments'.

"Ah, you made it!" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked to my right to see Mr. Omar behind the front desk. I walked over to him, his smile disappeared from his face.

"I want to warn you Miss. Chase to please be careful. There have been some reports of things being thrown to the floor and smashed." Mr. Omar said with worry in his voice.

"Do not worry, Mr. Omar. No spirit has ever hurt me." I assured. He seemed to calm down a bit. We got in the elevator and headed up. I took notice of Mr. Omar's appearance. He looked like he was about 45 years old. He had brown hair and eyes. He was shorter than me, by at least a head. And I'm 5'10.

The elevator stopped at floor 16. We walked down the abandon corridor.

"As you can tell, people who stay here beware floor 16. And that is doing harm to my business. I have tried everything, even Ghost Hunters. And they have cost me a fortune and nothing has happened." Mr. Omar explained.

"I see. Ghost Hunters just scare them more. I will try to pass them on to the 'other side'. But first i need to see what kind of ghost am i dealing with." I said.

"Alright. Here we are. Apartment 16C." He said as we stopped in front of a door. And i must saw, it's spooky.

The door had claw marks. And it looked very old, plus it had dust all over it. Mr. Omar blew the dust away and opened the door. I went in first, and he followed close behind. All the furniture was covered with white sheets. The walls had some pictures on them. And there was a very old radio in the far left corner. Mr. Omar stopped walking when we reached the kitchen. I walked over to the pictures. It had a woman, in about her 40's, she had brown hair and light brown eyes that seemed to be filled with happiness and joy. Next to her was a boy, he looked about 18, he had raven black hair and beautiful sea-green eyes. All the pictures had them in it.

Suddenly the radio started playing, really loudly. Mr. Omar jumped about 50 feet in the air and ran out the door. He shut the door behind him, and i heard his footsteps run until i heard the 'Ding!' of the elevator. I just stood there, shaking my head.

"My hero..." I murmured. I walked over to the radio, and simply turned it off. I looked outside, it was about 5:30. It would be getting dark soon. I went over to the kitchen and sat down on the table. Then, the refrigerator door opened and closed very hardly. I just looked at the refrigerator, not showing any fear or any other emotion. I decided to get to work since there was a lot of activity.

"I know you're here. I know you're scared. I just want to help." I called out.

Silence...

"I know you are probably asking who i am, and why i am here, but i can't explain anything until you talk to me first..." I tried to reason.

I waited a few more minutes, nothing happened. I was beginning to feel annoyed but i couldn't rush these things. Just when i was about to give up, a chair from the kitchen table was pulled out and pushed in front of me.

I was surprised, but i didn't let it show. My heart started beating a little faster than normal but i calmed it down. Slowly, the figure started to appear. It was the boy from the pictures, and he looked better in person. Well...not in person because he's dead but...you know what i mean. His raven black hair was really messy, but it fit him. His sea-green eyes bored into my gray ones. He was wearing clothes from the early 1900's. He just stared at me. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, then he noticed.

"You shouldn't be here." He told me. He's voice traveled to me in an ocean breeze.

"Why? I just want to help?" I said. My bangs got in the middle of my eyes, and i had to push them off to the side. God, bangs could be annoying.

"You're in danger." He said. I was beginning to hate him taking in a few words.

"Why? Are you going to hurt me?" I asked. Not scared at all. He looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"No. I could never hurt you. But i am not the only spirit who lives in this floor."

"Can you explain to me how you died? And why haven't you crossed over to the 'other side'?" I asked.

Then he got really nervous.

"I can't. I can't tell you. You should just leave. It would be better for everyone if you did." He said, his voice trembled with nervousness.

"Why should i leave?" I asked, trying to get as much information out of him before he left.

"I don't want to see you hurt. Leave!" He yelled at me. His eyes pleading for me to listen to him.

"I am not going anywhere." I said firmly.

"He can hear you. Leave, pretty one. Go." he said, pointing at the door.

I was trying hard not to blush because he just called me 'pretty one'. But i didn't show any sign of movement.

"Who is he?" I asked. The boy or man since he's 18, shook his head.

"He's coming. You should go!" He said.

"I told you i am not going anywhere." I said stubbornly.

Then suddenly the door opened. Mr. Omar stood outside, he looked way calmer than what he looked like when he ran out the door. I looked over to where the boy was sitting, but he was nowhere to be found. And the chair was back to its original place. It looked like it hadn't been moved.

Great, just great. Wait...the green-eyed boy said he was coming. And he sounded scared. I wonder...

"Miss. Chase is everything alright? I am so sorry i ran off like that, i just get scared sometimes, you know?" He said. His voice was very relaxed for someone who just admitted he was afraid of ghost.

"Yes. I know the feeling. Tell me Mr. Omar, is this the only apartment that has had reports of Paranormal Activity?" I asked.

"Yes, no one has ever lived in the other apartments. This is the only one." He said. I could tell he was lying. I believed the handsome boy more.

"Alright, then. Mr. Omar, i will officially start this case tomorrow morning. Is that alright with you?"

"It is alright with me, Miss. Chase." He said.
I stood up, dusted myself off, placed the chair back in place, and put a golden coin on the table. Mr. Omar looked at me weird, but i told him it was part of my investigation. He just nodded. We walked back to the elevator, and i said goodbye to him as i walked out the door. When i exited the building, i felt a familiar breeze hit me. It was an ocean breeze. I looked up to the window and saw the boy looking down at me.

I smiled at him, and waved. He did the same back, but seconds after he vanished. I sighed.

Obviously there are more spirits in there. And they are scared of one of them, which could be the spirit of the cause they are still on earth. I have a feeling Mr. Omar knows more about this than what he is telling me. And that the green-eyed boy was going to help me, figure this out...

So what did you think! What is Awesome? Or was it Lame? And is Mr. Omar as nice as he looks? Who is the green-eyed boy?

Tell me! Please, review. Even if you are just going to review a smilie face.

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-ChildOfWisdom.