She grew up in a tiny four room house. Then when they started traveling she lived out of a wagon. She had never called such an amazing place home.
"Did you know many Mcfaddens?" Kat questioned when she saw the surprised look on Wendy's face.
"No," she asid standing amazment. "Stayed away from the family."
"Why?" Kat asked shutting the door.
"Is the place really haunted?" Wendy questioned ignoring Kat's question. "I was hoping a certain ghost was still here."
"I knew you were a ghost hunter," Kat said with a laugh. "I could tell. You're lucky the guys are out. What are you really doing here?"
"This is going to sound insane," she said before puffing off her cigarette. "I'm a witch. I'm nearly one hundred years old and I'm looking for my father."
"A witch?" Kat asked raising her eyebrow. "An immortal witch?"
"Not immortal," Wendy explained. "Just aging slowly. My Mom is three hundred and five."
"Come on," Kat said walking away. "You want to meet a ghost? Let's see if you can handle Casper. Then we'll see about you meeting the guys. I love scaring the crap out of you ghost hunters."
"Casper?" Wendy said running to catch up with Kat. "He's here?"
"You're good at pretending," Kat siad. "You an actor as well?"
"I know who he is. I'm serious Kat," she said. "Casper is my cousin."
Kat chuckled to herself as she opened the kitchen door. At least the girl wasn't throwing her out into the dark. Wendy paused at the door way when she saw a ghost at the stove cooking. Casper. It was Casper. Some how she knew. She could feel it in her heart.
All the anger she had felt disappeared. She had finally found family. Now was not the time to be angry. Wendy noticed an ash tray on the table and quickly put her cigarette out in it.
"My name is Casper," the ghost said smiling at her. "What's your name?"
"Wendy," she said exteneding her hand. "I can't believe it's you."
Casper gave her a surprised look as he shook her hand. Wendy felt like she was going to break into tears. SHe pulled her cusion into a hug.
"I never thought I'd met you Casper," she said holding him tightly.
"Hi," he said chuckling. "I'm not used to such a warm welcme."
"Sorry," she said letting him go. "I just...I just...this is so much."
"Are you serious about this?" Kat asked helping Wendy sit down. "About being a witch?"
"A witch?" Casper asked in a shocked voice.
"I told you I wasn't lying," she said. "Who else haunts this place?"
"My uncles," Casper said. "Stretch, stinkie, and Fatso."
"My Dad's name was Whiskey," she explained. "I never heard him called anything but that. Mom wasn't big on nicknames."
"You have Stretch's eyes," Casper said. "Purple eyes can't be that common."
Wendy knew they weren't. She had always stood out because of it. When sunglasses became a common thing she started wearing them.
"Is he who you're looking for?" Kat asked sitting next to her.
"Maybe," Wendy said frowning. "I wish I knew. Are they here?"
"Gone for a few days," Casper explained. "They took off to Romania for some ghost party they have there. They love scaring the ghost hunters."
Wendy couldn't help but feel disappointed. She couldn't leave her mother alone that long. She would start to worry.
"You're welcome to stay here until they come back," the ghost said smiling. "I'd love to get to know you a little."
"I'll have to call my Mom," Wendy said. "She isn't...well..and I don't like to leave her long."
"Of course," Kat said. "There's a phone in the hall."
Wendy nodded and walked out of the kitchen. Kat raised an eyebrow looking at her ghost friend.
"Believe her?" she questioned.
"Either she is telling the truth or she is nuts," Casey said. "She really looked like she ... she had found home."
"Dad will be home soon," Kat said. "I guess we'll let him decide what to do. Either way he'll want to talk to her."