Chapter 1: Lucy's Thoughts
Okay, I lied. My father didn't abuse me bad, because he was almost never home. However, when he was home, the beatings would last until he passed out drunk. It was part of the reason I went to find a job. Ghosts were a lot less scary than my father. Now his body is stolen, and no one knows where it is or what happened to it.
My father died in a railroad accident. It was tragic, but no one from my family was too upset about it. My mother was investigated for murder, but it was later found out he was drunk. I don't remember what my father looked like really. I never saw him during the day. He would come home right before curfew drunk out of his mind. On a good day, he would pass out. On a bad day, well, he wouldn't. Mother would lock herself in the master bedroom, which left me and my sisters to deal with my father's wrath.
I always drew the short straw. Father had an unhealthy obsession with beating me. He thought I was a freak because I could hear the voices of the dead, and I could kind of see them too. It got worse when he found out I could touch items and find out what happened to them.
I'm a lot better at hearing and touching than I let on. My father abused me for it, so I suppressed my gifts. Lockwood and George don't know. However, they're coming back. I can't touch certain items anymore, because I will see everything that happened to them. Especially if it was concerning their death.
For example, we have a fingernail from a mob boss in the early sixties. I accidentally touched it, because George left it out. I saw him double crossing someone he was in debt to, and I saw him getting burned alive because of it. The whole flashback thing took fifteen minutes, and George saw the tail end of my reaction to it. He said I looked like I was being burnt alive. Lockwood tried to talk to me about it, but I shrugged him off and hid in my room.