Chapter 1

Emma's POV

Right now I'm on a salt-n-burn in Utah, and I stroll into the house with my shotgun gripped in one hand, and my duffel bag of everything I needed for this hunt in the other.

"Oooooooh, Clara!" I sing cheerfully as I skip through the house, looking for the ghost. I usually get the attention of the ghost first, shoot it up with rock salt, find the body, shoot the ghost again, and then burn the body. "Come on out, I got a present for ya!" I yell and giggle loudly. I'm also a bit obnoxious, if you haven't noticed.

Just as I expected, the ghost of the women who was raped and killed in this house appears in front of me, screaming at the top of her lungs for me to get out. She's been killing anyone who dares to enter her home, mostly men. I think that some of the male bodies that were found were even missing a part of their lower region. Yikes.

Clara's clothes are shredded and covered in blood. She manages to throw me across the room before I'm able to shoot her. As I'm lying on the floor, I promptly aim and fire, and she disappears for a short while.

Knowing that this is my chance, I quickly get up, grab the things I need from my bag, and head upstairs. The police reports say her body was left upstairs in the bathroom, in the bathtub. No-one was ever able to retrieve it because if anyone so much as came near it, they would have an accident like falling down the stairs or suddenly drop dead from a heart attack. I'm guessing that when she's attacking someone who isn't a Hunter, Miss Clara doesn't show herself and remains invisible so that it doesn't attract more attention. Apparently she's still got some amount of sense left in her.

So I'm here to burn her body and put her to rest. I quickly find it, covered in a thin blanket, probably by the police trying to give the body some amount of respect since her clothes are basically rags and most of her private parts are showing. I pull back the blanket and gag at the smell. I'll never get used to the smell of a dead body.

Just as I start putting the salt on the rotting corpse, I hear voices downstairs and the sounds of guns going off. That would be either other hunters or some stupid kids who got ahold of a gun. Either option is not beneficial to me, so I have to get this done quickly so that I don't get caught, if it's the latter.

I light the match and drop it on the body just as a boy around my age makes it up the stairs and sees me. The body catches fire, and I hear the shriek downstairs that indicates that my job is done.

I smirk and walk past him as he stares at me in disbelief. "Don't worry kid, I'm not a Satan worshipper, just getting my job done. You should go home, it isn't safe around here." I make my way down the stairs and find a man and a younger boy pawing through my stuff in my duffel bag that I left down here.

I walk briskly up to them and yank my duffel back out of their hands. "Hey, get your hands off my stuff!" I glare at them as I sling my bag over my shoulder after I put my gun in it.

"Who are you?" The man asks harshly with narrowed eyes. I roll my eyes. Oh, so scary. Dude's trying to use his parenting voice on me.

"None of your damn business, old man. Now if you'll excuse me," I turn around to leave, but the boy that had followed me upstairs is blocking my way.

"He asked you a question." The brunette with freckles crosses his arms and doesn't budge.

I sigh loudly through my nose, "I'm a hunter, alright? Happy?" I whip around and glare at the man who is staring at me in surprise. "And don't even think about trying to take me to the cops, because I will not go quietly."

The younger boy with hair that almost falls into his eyes speaks up, "No, it's okay, we're Hunters too."

I raise an eyebrow, "Is that so, half pint? Well, let me guess, you two kids are brothers and daddy decided to take you on a joy ride?" I glare at the man. "Are you a moron, taking two kids on a hunt? They could get hurt!"

"What about you?! I'm the same age as you!" Freckles almost shouts at me. "And you're alone!" Despite his hostile tone, I can tell that he's uncertain and wary of me.

I throw him a crude grin, "Well, Freckles, I got a good reason for doing this. I also have plenty of experience."

The man speaks again, "Where are your parents?" He talks with a hard voice that means no BS.

My expression turns into stone, "None of your damn business." I duck around Freckles and jog out of the house.

"Hey!" The man yells, and they chase after me.

I run for my car that I stole before coming on this hunt and shove my bag in the passenger seat before jumping in and attempting to turn on the engine. It fails, and I'm left to sit here and wait for them to catch up. I know I can't outrun them, the man, despite being way older than me, has longer legs, and he also holds himself like a person in the Service. I know because I've seen other Hunters who've been overseas or in the Guard.

"Damn it!" I yell in frustration and smack my hands on the steering wheel.

They finally catch up to me, and I glare at them through the open window. "I don't have any relatives for you to drop me off at, if you were wondering. I've been through this drill with the cops several times over."

"Get out of the car, you're coming with us." The man huffs in annoyance, panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Hell no, old man. I'm not going anywhere with you guys." I grab my duffel bag and get out of the car. I shove past Freckles, who tries to stand in my path. "What I'm gonna do is get the hell outta here." Despite my earlier conclusion, I'm going to at least try to get away. Maybe they'll change their minds if I become too much of a hassle to chase after.

A hand grabs my arm. I whip around to clock the owner of it in the face, but the whiplash causes me to become dizzy. Suddenly, everything goes dark as I drop to the ground.

Hope you guys liked it! In the later chapters, I will have more content in it and stuff. I just have been sitting on this for a while, and I finally decided to post it. I would very much appreciate reviews and favorites!