Haunted Love

by MissyAndTheDocs

An unsolved crime from almost 200 years ago. A failed detective with some unknown inheritance. A cheerful ghost and a haunted farm house. What secrets could Nico Di Angelo's past hold? How is the broke 25 year old able to see the ghost? Could this be how he got nicknamed Ghost King? But, most importantly: What happens when you fall in love with a ghost? AU, Nicercy, M for later.

1. Intro

Hello everyone, welcome! I have tried to write before but I always get stuck after some point but I'm having a great feeling about this one! Feel free to comment or PM me with any ideas you mighy have, I would love to hear them and maybe incorporate them into this story since nothing is set yet. I sadly have no idea when the next chapter will be posted since I have something important coming up but if you want to know when that will be, you could follow this story and find out! Gah, I have monopolized enough of your time. Go on, run along, onto the story we go!

179 years ago

The day I died was supposed to be the happiest day of my young life. I was off to my first day of work at a nearby farm, where I was hired to take care of the horses and the stables. My parents owned a small piece of land and we made some small amount of money by selling eggs and vegetables but the extra income was needed ever since my grandmother had fallen ill.

I had to leave early since I had to be there at the break of dawn but I would be home around noon. My mom had planned a small feast for dinner and dad had invited his brother and best friend, Uncle Zeus and mister Hades, to celebrate with us. Even my grandmother had risen from her bed to bid me farewell the night before, her wishes a known lucky charm amongst my family.

What I didn't expect when I got back, all dirty and muddy and stinking like horse shit, was to find the door to our small home slightly ajar and the house eerily silent. The blood on the floor and the walls were the first thing I noticed once I stepped my foot inside, and I was happy for my lack of breakfast since it would have come right back up once I faced the gruesome sight in the kitchen. My mother's body lying on the floor, her head with her beautiful crystal blue eyes still open was sitting proudly in the middle of our table, the word WITCH written on the wall with her blood. I soon found my father, slain in his rocking chair, his main body a large gash and his intestines spilled out. I raced up the stairs in hoping to find my grandmother alive but she too had passed away, her body strangely unharmed.

The door slammed behind me and I turned around surprised, coming face to face with a strange man holding a bloody knife. The evil glint in his cold brown eyes and his menacing smile were the last image I would see, his sword cutting through me in quick, precise motions, my body falling down next to my grandma's bed as I let out my last breath and the world as I knew it stopped existing.