Imagine if Ghost Hunt was placed in America? How would the story go there? More haunting and more adventure and most important of all…Lots of Romance! (Well just a few)

PLEASE READ BEFORE ACTUALLY READING THE STORY! SO i WON'T BE ACCUSED OF CERTAIN THINGS!

I do not, repeat, DO NOT Own Ghost Hunt! Now, before I am accused of plagiarism I would like to say that this will be based off the anime episodes but it will be put into my own words. I will be adding cases of my own in there so it's going to be like an American Ghost Hunt. I will not copy from the light novels or mangas. So please, don't accuse me of being a copy-cat. I am certainly doing this for fun but also because I am bored. I mean no harm!

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Chapter 1 ~ Scary Stories

"And that was when the woman lead the police officer through the dark hallways toward the public bathroom. Once they reached their destination, the policeman told her to go inside to see if she could hear the voice again. She did as she was told. While she was in there she heard the voice ask, 'Do you want a red coat?' she answered, 'Yes' And then, the police officer heard her scream, dashed into the bathroom and found the woman laying in there covered in as if she were wearing a red coat." I laughed at the faces my best friends Marissa and Angie made.

"Marti," Angie breathed with relief. "you know we don't like it when you use that voice."

That was like every Friday after school in our small New Jersey town: telling ghost stories after school. Every time we tell a ghost story, we bring our flashlight but every time we finish our story we turn off our light. Once the last light is off we sit in darkness and count to three waiting to hear the fourth voice. As of now Marissa was the only one left with the light on.

"Marissa," I gave her my evil smile. "your turn."

"O-ok." she stuttered. "This one is about that old school building across the street. Rumors have been going around saying ever since they started construction on it two years ago, strange things have happened. When they first started, things like windows and roofs collapsing have been reported. They stopped construction up till a few months ago when a tracker mysteriously ran over four girls, killing them in the process."

I nodded. "That's epic." Marissa turned her light off leaving us stranded in the pitch black classroom. There was only one thing left to do.

I started first. "One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

We all screamed when we heard 'four'. Angie jumped into my arms as Marissa hugged us tightly.

"Who was that?" Marissa shrieked. The lights turned on to reveal a handsome guy that looked to be my age maybe a year older. The first thing I noticed was that he was dressed in all black; black jeans and a button down collared shirt. I could tell he had muscles under his dark shirt and his skin was not to pale. His hair was the color of midnight but his eyes were the color of a clear blue sea.

He was leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face. Angie sighed, relived it wasn't a ghost. "Please tell me that was you?" she asked.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I heard you guys down the hallway and," he paused. "well couldn't help but over hear your conversation." I saw that Angie and Marissa perk up a bit. Every time they do that around a guy they both always end up flirting with him.

Marissa waved it off. "It's no big deal."

"Are you a transfer?" Marissa asked.

"I'm seventeen." he answered.

"So you're a junior. We are sophomores." Angie gave Marissa a seductive look. I rolled my eyes as I sat on the desk witnessing their conversation. "What's your name?"

"Jesse."

"That's such a classic name." Marissa batted her eyelashes. "Well, we were just telling each other ghost stories."

"Really?" he said with some interest. "Maybe I should join next time."

Angie and Marissa's eyes filled with excitement. That was my queue to come between them before they could do or say anything else. I hopped myself off the desk, grabbing Angie and Marissa by the arm. "Well, Jesse, it was really nice meeting you but we are on our way." I flipped my wavy brown hair out of my face.

"Marti," Angie gave me a warning look.

"What?" I said innocently.

"Don't mind her." Marissa waved me off.

"It's fine. I was leaving anyway." He gave me a forced smile before leaving.