As I walk into the Tim's workspace, I yawn and stretch my arms up to the ceiling. "So what's on the list for today?"

Tim, a good friend and mentor, looks from his laptop and waves me over. "I got a case that's perfect for ya." He pats the chair next time.

"Oh yeah? Perfect for me eh?" I say as I walk over to the chair and sit down. "What's up?" He points to the laptop and I adjust my glasses to see better. "Rosewood, PA?"

"Yeah. Rosewood is a small city or I should say small town so you should free right at home."

"Saint Louis seems to be just a bit bigger and probably more dangerous than Rosewood."

"You would think so but hasn't been the case lately. Weird shit has been going down in this small town."

I recline back in the chair and put my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers. "Weird shit tends to happen in small towns are the time."

Tim scoffs. "Don't generalize." I give him a really look and he scoffs again. "Okay...so weird shit does happen in small towns but we are getting away from the point." He types into his laptop and a picture of a beautiful girl with blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair pops up. "This young lady is Alison Dilaurentis."

"She looks like..." I say softly and start to mess with the half heart pendant around my neck. He opens his mouth to which I am sure he is going to ask me if I'm okay but I cut him off. "Get back to the task at hand." I point to the laptop. "So Alison…"

He looks at me with a somber expression then turns back to his laptop. "Right. So Alison one day vanishes off the face of the Earth. No clues, no reason for her to leave. Then…" He hits the touch pad and another picture with an article appears on the screen. "She's found...dead." He hits the pad again and an autopsy pic shows. It was a blonde girl on the metal table.

"Cause of death?" I study the picture. Something didn't seem right.

"Blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Should have killed her instantly."

"It wasn't the cause of death?" Something about the picture is bugging me to the end.

"No. Seems she was buried alive."

"Shit. No a good way to go. Wait…" I continue to study the picture. "This isn't Alison is it?"

"I knew you would catch on. No this isn't Alison. This is Bethany Young. Some poor girl that has similar features to Alison but isn't her."

"So someone kills her thinking Alison."

"Exactly."

"Normally this is something to police force there would handle but something tells me that isn't the case."

Tim clicks something on his laptop and five pictures pop up. "Notice anything?"

In the pictures, it was Alison. Standing there like nothing was wrong. Some pictures show people freaking out, others wanted to take a picture with what seem to be a dead girl. "Alison's ghost." Something was off though. Normally when a ghost appear they have one appearance. Usually the ghost may come back in what they was buried in or what they was killed in but Alison's ghost seem to be wearing different attires in all the pictures. Hell even in one picture, she is clearing wearing boys clothing. Another then that was odd is that…"All the pictures show the ghost wearing different clothing and these pictures were taken on the same day." I point to the date on the picture. All the pictures read the date April 23, 2015.

"Gets even weirder." He clicks the touch pad and below the date, the time the pictures were taken appears.

I look and took a step back just to lean in again. "Impossible. The pictures…."

"All taken with a minute of each other."

I rub my temples. "Okay. So we got a dead girl...who isn't dead technically but missing. Said missing girl appears at five different places. Pictures are taken and all the pictures are within a minute." I look at Tim who looks at me and gives me a look of go on. "The pictures themselves don't make any sense."

"And why don't they make sense?"

"Because no one carries around cameras that use film anymore. Spirit photography only works with film."

"She catches on."

I fold my arms across my chest. "Okay. They are physical manifestations of Alison. Shit...demons."

He waves his hand. "No. I thought so too but then a name crossed my desk. A name I haven't heard in a long time. Remember the case I told you about? The one from five years ago?"

I scoff. "Of course I remember. You had me study the damn thing. I even had to take a quiz. Hector Lime. Brilliant horror props guy. Gave Tim Burton a run for his money. Felt his work wasn't real enough so he dipped into some black magic, causing his props to become real. Fifteen people died as a result. You and a wiccan by the name of Claire teamed up to stop him. Y'all stopped the props but he slipped away."

Tim sighs. "Still regretting not catching that son of a bitch and the sin of not doing so has caught up with me. His name came across the wire. Seems he is running a shop outside the town of Rosewood."

"You think he has something to do with this?"

"I know he does. This has him written all of it."

I stare at the laptop screen. "What do you want me to do?"

"I notified Marcus of the situation. He agrees that you should attend Rosewood high school. Get a beat on what's going on. You will have help of sorts. Remember the McCullers?"

A smile forms on my face. "Oh yeah. I remember them. Fun group. Paige is pretty awesome."

"Well they happen to live there. You will be staying there and going to school with Paige. Paige, although has the training of a hunter, is no hunter. Nick and Jen made sure she would grow somewhat normal so she doesn't know what they do...what we do. At least try to keep her out of it."

"So if she's no hunter, then how we she be some help?"

"Two reasons. Reason one that she will be a friendly face at the school. A school you have no idea about. Reason two is more important."

"Why?"

"Paige is dating Emily Fields."

Why does that name sound familiar to me? "Who is that?"

"Emily happened to be a close friend of Alison's."

"Oh. That will help." I play with the pendant.

Tim notices and a sad expression forms on his face. "Seeing that picture of Alison made you think of her...didn't it?"

I clutch my pendant. "When do I leave?"

He sighs. "Tonight. Be go get packing."

I nod and quickly around so Tim couldn't see the tears form in my eyes.

Meanwhile in Rosewood, PA….

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just zoned out. Nothing to worry about."

"You sure? I mention my girlfriend is picking up some girl name Samantha from the airport and you sorta just...froze. Not to mention you clutched…"

"Drop it! Just...drop it. I will see you at school okay?"

"Come on. Don't leave….great she's gone. What the hell was that about? Oh well...tomorrow should be interesting."