"Come on Peter wake up were almost there." I hear my mom whisper into my little brother's ear as the plan started to descend. I laughed knowing all she would get is a snort for an answer. I looked out the window at good old Carmel, California. This was where I was born and raised and I missed it, alot. It has only been about a year but hey come on can you blame me; Washington DC was not the greatest place. My dad was everywhere working with this ambassador or this one or for some one or other that needed a translator. He knew almost every language; you name it French Italian Spanish Hebrew, Germany Japans Chinese Polish ... you know all that stuff. That was ok since he wasn't home in Carmel any way. My mom is a stay at home seamstress and was able to stay in my life as a usual mother would to their daughter, nothing new there the only reason I didn't like DC was because of one thing. The ghost there are nasty, I mean you try to help them and no they just don't listen. Like this one guy who I told can't talk to his wife because she was dead too and he just went ahead and attacked me. Of course I had pin him to the ground and try to explain and he finally went to his final destination. Yeah I can see ghost kind of popular hobby in my family. See we can all see them which make's living together just a bit more bearable, since when there's a problem and we can't figure it our we just go to some one in the family. There's 8 of us which sometimes make me think my parent are crazier then I thought. I'm the middle and the only girl so some people look at us like Snow white and the seven dwarfs. Both of the oldest are twins so there's Fred and George, dopey and Sneezy, then Matt and Nate, Happy and Doc. The first two are 24 and third year of college, the other two are freshman in college and 21. All four are in Carmel missing us ... I hope. Then there's Joe, bashful. He's 15 and the freshman/mint that I would pick on if I didn't feel so bad for him. Then there's Dave, we don't get along so well, he's grumpy. And some times I don't' blame him 12 is a hard age to go through especial when he's second to last. But last is Peter he's the cutest but he sleeps so much for being 9, AKA Sleepy. Then good old snow white, me. My Name's Rachel Lansing and I am17 with almost no friends. See I always had to take care of some one or help a ghost or something or other that's why friends weren't to easy to come by. Plus they find me well weird. I make my own clothes since I hate malls or any sort of stores and since I can make them and why waste the money ona look alike that I don't like to my taste. I read all these hard books and I only get along with guys. This would be why my best friends this guy named Ian Klinly who (I hope still remember me as more then friends) is around Happy's and Doc's age and his band which is all older but not by much or same age. O sure I had one friend that was a girl but we didn't talk except for lunch and that when everything came out but when I was a freshman she was a 7th grader. Now the reading big book thing is explained easily, my "father" read them all the time and he just got me into the habit. I usually call him papa since he taught me Spanish and kind of raised me when my parents were too busy with whatever they were doing. Well see the only problem was he was well pretty much dead. Yeah our old house was haunted by an 1850's gentleman named Hector de Silvia, or Jesse as us kids like to call him.