A throat clears. Lights turn on. Cameras start rolling.
"...And...We're live!"

The camera screen lights up, revealing a female reporter, that seemed to be in her mid-twenties. She had caramel blonde, curly hair that went past her shoulders, but was up in a ponytail at the moment. She had bright, blue eyes and had fair skin.

She smiled, once the Cameraman gestured to start. "Hello! My name is Mindy Richardson. Reporting to you live, this Mother's Day, for a special kind of mother." She said into the microphone.

Mindy gestured to the light blue farmhouse, that stood behind her. "Here we are at one, Ms. Conway's beautiful home, as she stands to be ONE of the most special mothers out there."

Mindy leaned closer to the camera. "Why? Because, her child is one of a kind." She smiled, stepping back from the camera.

"Now, let's go, shall we?" Mindy asked, before turning around and started heading to the house. The camera following behind her.

Then, the camera went black and....

....the commercials started.

All over the world, many sat waiting and wondering about why the woman could be the one of the most special? And, 'one of a kind child', what does that mean?

••••

"...And, we're back. Here we are on the pouch of Ms. Conwell's house." Mindy summarized into the microphone.

She stepped forward and knocked on the door, before jumping as the door swung open.

The camera shook slightly. Mindy looked into the camera, shock clear as day.

She cleared her throat. "Ms. Conway!" Mindy called into the house, without moving from her spot.

"Coming!" A voice sounded, bouncing off the walls making it seem eerie. The only thing that ruined the picture was the voice, it was sweet and warm, sounding like a mother's voice.

Mindy looked more relaxed now. The camera even stopped shaking.

Light footsteps were heard, as an middle aged woman came into view.

She had brown hair, kind hazel eyes, and she wore a plain, blue casual dress.

She smiled. "Did the door swing open on you?" Ms. Conway suggested, amusement clear in her voice and eyes.

Mindy blinked. Clearing her throat, as she straightened up. "Yes. Do you know how it happened?" She asked, acting like the reporter she was.

Ms. Conway smiled knowingly, gesturing for them to follow, before leading the way...

...as the door slammed closed....

••••

"....Finally! It's back on!" Mindy cheerfully cried out in relief.

The camera, now back on, was staring at a wall. The moved as the camera guy picked it up. Now, it shows a three chair table, that held a plate of cookies and lemonade.

Mindy sat in one seat, while Ms. Conway sat across from her. They seemed to be in a kitchen.

Their hostess smiled, though there seemed to be sympathy and sorrow in her eyes. "The camera turning off must have been from Layla. I'm terribly sorry." Ms. Conway apologized.

That seemed to peak Mindy's interest. "Layla?" She asked.

Ms. Conway nodded. "Yes. She's the reason you're here in the first place." She looked between the camera and Mindy.

Mindy leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "Can we meet Layla?" She asked softly, wondering why Layla hadn't come down yet.

Ms. Conway looked conflicted. She seemed to make up her, because she answered. "It's best for her to choose. She's old enough to make her own decisions." There was a twinkle in her eye that screamed, 'I just made a joke!'. There even was humor in her voice, as she had said the last part.

'How old was Layla...?' Was the question, though it wasn't asked.

"I will leave you three alone." Ms. Conway suddenly announced, before leaving the room and house, it looked like.

"Three?" Mindy wondered out loud.

"Yes."

Mindy and the camera guy jumped, the camera flipped and slipped. It was falling to the table, before it stopped.

The camera just levitated, and still was.

"How...?" The camera guy trailed off.

"Sorry for scaring you." The same voiced from earlier, apologized.

Both the other occupants of the room looked towards the sound of the voice, only to see nothing.

Mindy slowly stood, and took a small step forward. "Where are you?" She asked, talking clear enough for if the girl was behind the wall, the girl would be able to hear it.

"What's your name, Camera Man?" The girl's voice asked, as it seemed to bounce off the walls. Or, it came from nowhere and everywhere at once.

"Larry." The camera guy answered, voice slightly breathy, maybe close to shaking?

"Larry, could you grab the camera?" The voice asked.

Larry blinked, before carefully touching the camera. Once he touched it, the camera fell into his grasp.

"How can you do that?" Mindy asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"....promise you won't freak." Came the reply in a small voice. A voice of a scared child.

Mindy and Larry shared a look, the ladder more nervous than the former. "We promise." They both stated.

Suddenly, a pale teenage girl, maybe fifteen, came into the room from-from the wall of the living room.

Both adults gasped, noticing the girl was see through. She was a ghost.

"Hi." The girl waved, with a nervous smile.

Mindy snapped out of her state of shock. "Hi. You're Layla?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes." Layla replied, taking a step forward.

Now, Larry and Mindy noticed the girl had brown hair, brown eyes, she wore a plain white dress that went to her knees, and was barefooted.

"And, you are?" Layla asked Mindy, tilting her head to the side.

"Oh, Mindy. I'm a-"

"I know." Layla interrupted, literally waving Mindy off. It was causal, not meant to be rude.

"How old are you?" Larry asked, not able to keep himself from asking. "It's okay if you don't-"

"It's fine. I was fifteen when I died. And, that was....let's see....I want to say....ten years ago? I had been riding with my brother, when we got into a car accident and my body landed next to the house. He was a...scary driver. Well, is." She answered, acting like this was natural.

"But, why are you wearing a dress?" Mindy asked, seemingly taking over asking the questions again.

Layla stared. "Because, I like it and I don't want to be a bloody mess." She stated in a 'duh' voice.

Larry actually laughed, causing Layla to flash him a beautiful and cheeky grin.

Then, it seemed they all started laughing. Why? They don't know.

And, that's how it started. The talked and both, Larry and Mindy, found out that Layla was stuck in the house (with no idea where her brother is, only knowing he isn't dead). But, she was also stuck in between the land of the living and the land of the dead.

Layla explained how she had episodes like someone with anxiety would have. Then, all three realized they were about the same age (if you didn't include Layla being dead...). And, so they talked about their childhoods and random topics, until Mundy and Larry were called back, because the camera stopped filming live when Larry had jumped.

Anyway, Mindy was right, Ms. Conway is one of the most special mothers. Even though all mother's are special, Layla is different and more special than any other child out there (mainly because she's a ghost).

Once Larry and Mindy got back to the office, they looked up anxiety symptoms to help Layla in the future. Because, they would never forget her or their experience. They even drop by often...