Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any references to Paranormal State nor do I claim to have extensive knowledge of the Paranormal. I also do not claim that anything I say about Mr. Ryan Daniel Buell is true. I am only the owner of the plot. So...that's it :)

A/N at the end.

Emma

"Are you sure this is okay?" I asked Michelle who was across the room in the kitchen, helping me unpack some plates.

She didn't look up from her chore but I could just tell she was rolling her eyes, "Of course Emma, that couch looks lovely next to that lamp."

I chucked a pillow her way but it missed her by a few feet and I hurried to pick it up while Michelle laughed her pretty little head off at me. Bending over to grab the pillow and shake off some dust I clarified, "You know what I mean, but thanks I thought the lamp and couch went really nice next to each other."

"Mhmm," she picked up another plate, unwrapped it and took it to a cabinet. When she turned around I was faced with a serious Michelle, "He told me he wanted to meet you, hear you out."

I treaded back into the living room, away from Michelle and away from the impending confrontation with a certain attractive ghost hunter.

"I don't know Michelle," I said as I started organizing magazines on the coffee table, "it took him a while to call you, he'll think I'm a nut-"

"Hey!" she pointed a plate in my direction quite viciously, "I recommended you, he values my opinion and once you tell him your story he'll understand why you're so important, you are no nut."

I returned to my task and said under my breath, "I know quite a few important people who are nuts."

"I heard that!" she yelled. I only smiled. I couldn't just cancel the most important meeting of my life. Ryan Buell was attractive, intelligent, and successful. He was also extremely Catholic. It was in his DNA to be a skeptic about things I knew a little more than I cared for.

I heard Michelle come around the table where she had been working and I turned around to find her holding a glass of water in her hand, "Here drink this and try to calm down," she handed me two Advil and I silently thanked her. Moving across the country was tiring.

"You forget my dear dear friend that he's been in your position, he's been haunted before," she said sitting down next to my lamp.

"I know but-"

"Let me talk Emma," she said with a warning in her voice, "When people come to me, there are signs that let people like Ryan and I know if they're lying or if they're truly in need of help."

I nodded and sat down across from her on the other couch, "Their stories may be inconsistent or they contradict themselves often. We understand haunting's because we've been there. I grew up with ghosts and I didn't even know it! The paranormal was…I don't know, normal? In my house hold. It was different for Ryan, as I know it is for you. He will know you are telling the truth."

I set the glass of water on table already feeling better but then that dreadful feeling came over me again, "What if he believes me but refuses to help?"

"If I know Ryan, which I hope I do," she said slowly, "then I know he'll help you even if he has to keep a constant watch over you."

I raised my eyebrow but shrugged it off when Michelle didn't continue. Eventually we returned to unpacking and I thanked who ever was watching over me that I had such an amazing friend. Sometimes I forgot how much wiser Michelle was than the ordinary person. Well she was no ordinary person. I could only hope for Ryan to see what Michelle sees in me. Honesty and turmoil.

Later that night

I was sitting in my living room alone, letting the silence comfort me. I could have moments when all I craved was solace. The presence of another person was so stressful sometimes. I figured it was because I had to be polite and have a conversation with them about how great their life was. I had to care about what they were saying or include them some how. After letting them indulge in my presence by socially acceptable standards I would feel exhausted.

I thought everyone behaved like this. It wasn't until after I met Michelle and her incredible friends that I realized, I was a sensitive. There was something indescribable (to an extent) about me. She told me I was like her. I could feel energy and because of that, I was effected by it as well.

I didn't do well in large groups unless I was enjoying myself. But even fun in excess is dangerous. I passed out cold in Disneyland. Try having to explain that everyone enjoying themselves was a health risk to the little princess emergency care unit. Not really.

My silence was disrupted momentarily my Michelle's snoring. The one thing I hated about her. I sighed and made my way over to my completely unpacked kitchen. I took out a tea bag and poured some water in a pan.

I was so exhausted but I needed to ensure a full night of sleep. I would be meeting a Mr. Ryan Buell tomorrow and I didn't want to look like death.

I heard a car door open and close outside so I went to the window to eavesdrop on my neighbors. The bad thing about my new place was that it was more of a house/apartment. I had a front lawn and all that jazz but I had to share a wall with my middle aged, child bearing neighbors. Another reason to have a full night sleep. That child could keep up a whole town.

They were arguing and their kid was wailing. I loved kids but I didn't appeal to them. That didn't stop me from hoping that I could have a few in years to come. But right now…kids were at the bottom of my list.

As soon as we arrived the night before Michelle suggested we go for some drinks in celebration of my arrival to Pennsylvania. Of course she only said that after we heard my neighbors 3 month old began to cry. Only a baby crying could bring Michelle to a blubbering drunken mess.

I poured myself my tea and grabbed my new pair of ear plugs, courtesy of Michelle and made my way to my room. Tomorrow would be one of those days to remember.

a/n: uh. Hi. If you're reading this than you are one in a million. Seeing as the Paranormal State category was taken down I have decided to also post this story on tumblr. I know I know...I'm crazy but I have made it incredibly simple to read and review on there too. If you don't believe me, go to my main page here on fanfiction and click on the brave-lion link.

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