The next day:

As Charlotte lay sleeping on the wooden table in the Ghostbusters's lab, Ray scanned his PKE meter over her sleeping figure. It made a buzzing noise every time it went over her body.

"Please stop that," said Charlotte getting into an upright position. Her hair covered the left side of her face, shoulder and most of her arm.

"It doesn't do that often," said Ray, "It's kind of funny."

"Ray, leave the poor girl alone. You're scaring her," said Peter as he entered the room. "Haven't you scared enough girls in your life time already?" He sat down next to Charlotte. "I'm Peter. Dr. Peter Venkman," he said as he held out his hand.

She looked at it, then at Peter. She shook it timidly and pulled away quickly. Charlotte dropped her head and looked at the floor.

Ray leaned against the table on the other side of Charlotte, leaving her in the middle.

"You're Charlotte right?" asked Ray. She nodded.

"I'm Ray." He held out his hand along with a kind smile.

She shook it and let go and gazed up at Ray. Her eyes filled with a distant memory, though one she could not place. Her gaze returned to the floor.

Peter raised an eyebrow at Charlotte. Then at Ray, who shrugged and went to go write something on his clip board.

oXoXoXo

"I've been volunteering at the church for a couple months. Charlotte is always by herself. The priest told me not to worry, 'It is only a faze,' he says, but the way the other children treat her. I don't know," explained Eleanor as she and Egon walked down the hall of the firehouse.

"Do you know anything about her past?" asked Egon.

"I have only heard rumors," said Eleanor, "people said that she was evil and liked to play pranks on the foster families that took her in."

"Have there been occurrences at the church?" asked Egon.

"Only a few minor ones. But I don't thinks she's evil," exclaimed Eleanor.

Egon nodded as he wrote something down on his clip board. They walked down stairs and into the lab.

Peter was checking on some machines. Ray was still writing down data.

Eleanor walked over to Charlotte and placed a hand on her shoulder. Charlotte looked up from her absent minded gaze from the floor, however looked down again when she realized who it was.

"Guys can I talk to you over here?" asked Egon, as he motioned them toward the staircase.

Peter and Ray stopped what they were doing and followed Egon. They stopped just before the door way. Egon filled Ray and Peter in on what Eleanor just told him.

"What kind of occurrences?" asked Ray.

"He just said pranks," said Peter.

"I think it would take more than just pranks to be called evil," said Egon.

"Then let's go find out," said Peter, as he walked down the stairs. The two other Ghostbusters followed.

oXoXoXo

Later:

"Now, tell me Charlotte," said Egon, as he stood next to her, clipboard in hand. "Do you have any friends?"

Charlotte shook her head. The wires from the yellow cap that Egon told her to put on waved from side to side with the movement from her head.

"Why?" asked Ray.

Charlotte looked up at him with brilliant blue eyes. "They don't like me."

"Why?" asked Peter, who was leaning against the table, like Ray was earlier.

"I don't like them," said Charlotte. Her intense gaze fell upon Peter who knew that was the only answer he was going to get.

Egon thought this was a good time to change the subject. "Do you ever talk to ghosts?"

Charlotte nodded. "They follow me."

"Why?" asked Egon.

Charlotte shrugged.

"And what about that demon dog thing?" asked Peter.

"He's always been with me. I can't remember a time without him," explained Charlotte.

Janine came walking down the stairs. "An Irish man called saying Eleanor and Charlotte must get back to the church immediately. That mean anything to you?"

"Yeah. Thanks Janine," said Peter.

She raised an eyebrow at the two girls then walked back up stairs.

Charlotte took the yellow cap off her head and laid it on the table and stood next to Eleanor.

"Could we get a ride?" asked Eleanor.

Egon nodded and followed them up the stairs.

When they heard the door shut Peter went to go get a soda. Ray picked up the file that Eleanor had brought over with Father McCoy's "permission."

He opened the file and read it over.

Full Name: Charlotte Mary Starkey

D.O.B: February 15, 1973

Hair Color: Black

'Blah, blah, blah,' he thought to himself as he flipped over to her bio.

'Parents killed in house fire caused by faulty wiring when she was three years old. Miraculously survived. Kicked out of catholic foster homes for domestic violence, toward children and parents in the home. Emitted into psychological ward for schizophrenia at age eight. Released at age eleven when Father Paul McCoy offered to take the girl in for rehabilitation.'

"Hey Pete, come look at this!" shouted Ray. Peter came into the room with a coke in hand.

He placed the can on the table and took the file from Ray. "I'm missing my favorite weather girl for this Ray."

He looked over the file for a moment with a bored face, until he got to the bio. But both eye brows were raised as he read it.

"I should have guessed, judging by how quiet she was," explained Peter. "When someone's that closed, it's most likely caused by a traumatic experience."

"She obviously needs help. Any sane person can see that. So why would the priest take her away from the help?" asked Ray.

"Who knows? We really don't know much about her. All we know is that she's a ghost magnet and she's traumatized," said Peter putting down the file and picking up his can of soda.

Ray picked up his clipboard and looked over his notes. Peter went back to his "girlfriend."

'Poor kid,' thought Ray as he went up stairs to get a cup of coffee.