I'm going to start this off by saying I am so so so sorry. I literally only uploaded a prologue for this story before abandoning it (although that was not intentional). However, I'm back and this story is getting a reboot and a complete make over. I've changed the first case and will also be changing the rating - the cases are going to be a lot more violent than originally planned. On the note of cases I also want it to be known that a lot of these will be based on episodes of the true crime podcast Sword and Scale (It's really good. If you're into these type of things I recommend that you check it out). Also, Ghost Hunt is not mine, I'm only messing around with the characters. Sorry again, but also thank you for reading.

The man struggled against the ropes tying him down to the unforgiving mattress below him; his wrists and ankles already red. His heartbeat resounded in his head, beating a hundred times a minute. He swore he could physically feel the panic that had come over him, like an overheated blanket trying to smother his entire body, throat tight and chest heaving as he struggled to get enough air into his lungs.

Outside of his chaotic mind, his thoughts a blackhole threatening to suck him entirely into his fear, his ears registered the sound of someone moving around the room. They were humming, he realised, a merry tune that stood out amongst the negativity of his current feelings.

His eyes snapped open when he heard the humming getting louder, accompanied by foreboding footsteps that drew nearer. As the other person in the room came into his line of sights, a cold sweat spread across his naked body. He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately wishing that this was all a nightmare.

Oh, God.

No. No no no no no.

Mum, Dad, I've made a terrible mistake.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never should've moved here. I'm so so so sorry.

Oh, God.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

Die.

. . . .Die.

He felt the mattress dip under the weight of another person and his struggling began anew. The person straddled his hips, using their weight to keep him as still as possible. He sensed movement before a searing pain erupted from his chest, his body straining against the ropes.

He opened his mouth and screamed his throat bloody.