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"Darrenson," Hailey peeked over her shoulder.

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The girl jotted down his name and then started flipping through the obituaries.

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"So..you think I'll be in there?" Hailey asked curiously.

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Amelia nodded. "Yeah. Your parents seemed sentimental based on the black bow on their mailbox span obituary would probably be a given for them. Aha," she said as she saw his last name.

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He perked up, "You found it?"

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Amelia nodded excitedly. "Hailey Darrenson... June something.... died in a... car crash. Grandmoth and younger sister were killed as well," she said slowly.

(Is it okay? I took the liberty of saying that his grandparent and sister died, too)

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(Yeah, it's fine lol)

Hailey sat back, eyes widening in shock, "W-Why don't I remember it..?"

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Kk

Amelia sighed softly. "That's normal- ghosts don't often remehee their own deaths unless they were particularly long and gruesome- you probably died instantly," she whispered into her elbow as she pretended to cough again.

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Hailey frowned, "Mom-Mom and Angie too?" He whispered, covering his eyes

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Amelia looked at him, then back at the newspaper. "Perhaps if we visited their graves... do you remember their favorite flowers?"

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"I dunno..I remember what they liked," He shrugged.

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"We should put flowers on their graves," she said, "to show our respects. I can maybe get their spirits to come out and perhaps talking to them will settle your soul."

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Hailey clasped his hands together, "Do you think that will work?"

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"Perhaps," she said. "Ad maybe we should do something for your parents- that could definitely help."

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"Thank you for all your help.." Hailey murmured, sighing quietly, "I don't think I would have believed it otherwise."

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Amelia smiled softly. "You're welcome. It is my duty," she said quietly.

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He chuckled, "That's..quite some duty. Do you get tired of it?"

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Amelia shook her head with a wry smile. "'No. I love hearing the stories of ghosts."

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"Have there been any really bad ones?" Hailey asked.

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Amelia bit her lip. "Only when you go in graveyards, really old ones. There are some gruesome spirits there, mean too. I don't like graveyards very much. I did meet a revolutionary war soldier once, though."