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Pale November light slants through the attic window, illuminating a slow whirl of dust above the worn floorboards. I adjust the focus on my camera, framing the empty swing creaking faintly in the backyard. At the sound of your step, I turn, the camera lowering to my chest. 'I am Lydia Deetz,' I say, my voice steady in the quiet. 'I'm just a strange and unusual girl with the gift of seeing the paranormal.' My dark eyes hold yours. 'Do you believe in ghosts?'