AN: I do not own any Ghost hunt characters or future crossovers character. maybe the OOC's

Prologue

Sakto West General Hospital

? POV

I hate them. I hate all of them. Why would they just abandon me like this! I have been trying everyday for a month to get in contact with somebody, anybody. I will be sure to haunt them all including HIM.

Not a single response. They're probably all laughing at me telling how gullible I was to believe I could consider them a family as I sit in this hospital bed with only my hospital gown on.

A new nurse walks into room looking at me and says "Miss the doctor will be coming in a few minutes, okay." I nod my head and the nurse walks away. As she disappears back into the hall. I look at the table and see the nurse had forgotten to take the doctor's equipment back outside.

'She will definitely be fired for this.' comes to mind. The door closes with a loud slam and I smile. Maybe this time I will finally be allowed to die. To the best of my abilities with these bindings I make a scalpel fly into my right hand.

"It's now or never" I mumble as I start dragging the scalpel deeply along my left arm, and biting my lip fiercely. As I start to do a second line on my arm I begin to hear shouts on the other side of the door. 'why won't the just let me die. I have nothing. I just want to leave this world.' And just as I am about to fall to unconscienousness the door slams open. 'Damn'

-TIME SKIP-

As I begin to wake up I realize I am back in my hospital bed. 'Dammit' "Why won't you just let me die". I mumble thinking no one is here with me.

"Well that's because everybody deserves a second chance or even a fiftieth chance." A new voice says startling me. I look to my left and see an older man and woman. The older man is wearing a blue business suit with a red shirt underneath. The woman is wearing a yellow shirt with a long brown skirt that goes down to her to her ankles.

I just realize that my mind has been wandering when the woman clears her throat. "Hello my dear, my name is Luella Davis and the Gentleman behind me is my husband Martin." I look at the couple speaking fluent Japanese in front of me and I scoff.

"What do you want?" I say with as much venom in my voice as possible 'Great, they know HIM'. This, unsuprisingly; does not deter either of them as the woman looks at me with a smile and says: "Well miss Taniyama I would like you to come work for me."