So as the title showed, this is my life as a Ghost Hunter. So here are a couple things about me. My name is Devon Hall and I'm 22 years old. I have brown hair and green eyes. Okay, so enough about me, you wanna hear my chronicles, right? Ok, ok, we're getting there. But first, how I got into this whole thing. When I was 13, my mom died. Yeah, sad, I know. Anyway, the night after the funeral, my father killed himself. Terrible. You bet. Good thing I had my older brother, Josh. He was 20 so he took me in. A few weeks after my dad...you know... I heard a voice calling my name from where I sat playing my brothers Nintendo. I got up and followed it into the kitchen. There stood my mother. Or her ghost anyway. It vanished right as I turned to tell my brother. No body believed me. Until I ran into Jason Hawes. I met him in a coffee shop in downtown Chicago. We bumped into each other and I spilled my coffee all over him. What can I say? I'm clumsy. Anyhoo, I apologized and we got to talking. Turns out, he was there investigating a haunting right down the block from me. I told him about my mothers ghost and the rest is history. That was 2 years ago. So, let's take this whole thing from the beginning...