She took a breath. "Mom was fine until she was killed in a car wreck when I was little." Okay, younger. "We didn't know for a long time that they had done anything to me because when I first started seeing ghosts and being afraid to go near things, I was a toddler. Therefore, it was easy to think I was just having imaginary friends. For awhile it stopped, but then about three weeks before I came here last year, I was attacked at my old school by the ghost of someone who had dies years before. I was freaked out and screaming and because I tried to go through a window to get away from him, I was classified as suicidal and schizophrenic. I was sent to a home for juveniles with problems." She took a deep breath. "I'm not crazy, Reno. I'm not. I thought I was and I even took their medications like they told me to. They didn't work because they had made me into something that they couldn't control... just like they have done to several kids. When my first friend there lost control of her pyrokinetic powers, they..." Chloe swallowed and shook her head. "They had her killed. Oh, they told us all that she was at a new hospital that could help her, but her ghost came to me a few nights after she left the home. Because, Lyle House wasn't just a juvenile home. It was one of the places that these people set up to confine and control their experiments."