Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt, and I wish not to. I might destroy the beauty of the story if I did, lololol. Enjoy!


He was driving in a normal pace, a grin plastered on his face.

10:30 pm.

Okay, maybe he was a bit late from work. But it didn't bother him at all. In fact, he's always anticipated the end of his shift. Whenever he arrives at home, his wife would greet him cheerfully. Plus, he'd get to see their child peacefully sleeping in the bed. Their tiny, beautiful bundle of joy.

He hummed a merry tune while slowing down to a stop as the traffic light went red. Just one more turn, and he should be able to reach his house for a mere 15 seconds.

He playfully tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the go signal. Why was the car hot? He wondered as he wiped his forehead using the sleeves of his shirt. Weird. His gaze went over the ventilation controls and saw that the a/c was on full blast. He was starting to get uneasy, but he was almost near. He could just floor the gas pedal and arrive safely.

The moment the traffic light signaled go, he shifted his gear and was about to push the gas pedal when the window to his right suddenly smashed into pieces.

Surprised, he unintentionally swerved the car left and right, all while tiny shards bit through his skin. He pounced on the brake pedal, but for some unknown reason, it didn't respond. Dread flooded his system as he felt the colors of his face drained. He had two options: he could just open his door and jump from his car, but then the car might do an unforeseen tragedy if it hits other civilians. Or, he could smash into the nearest fence or pole, but can't assure himself if he would live.

His vision has gone blurry and red. He could see a few people from a distance, slowing to a stop or just looking at the scene he created; eyes widened, mouths agape. He needed to live, but not at the expense of other people's lives.

But why did this happen? Surely enough, he has not angered anyone, has he? Did someone throw a stone against his windows? But it's strange since he had not felt anything big and solid hit him; just the shards from the broken window.

Clicking his tongue, he turned the wheel around and decided to crash against a fence. Please let me live, he thought. He can picture his wife opening the door, a big grin plastered on her face. She'd immediately attack him with warm hugs and a peck on the cheeks, which he'd usually turn his head and kiss her lips instead, catching her by surprise.

She'd try to break free and proceed to go to the kitchen while he goes upstairs and peek at his child who is peacefully cradled in the crib. He'd have the urge to pinch his child's cheeks but restrain himself for tomorrow morning. After giving their angel a light kiss on the forehead, he'd go downstairs where his wife would be found in the kitchen, washing the dishes. He'd wrap his arms around her and rest his head against her shoulders, feeling her body vibrate from her sweet humming. She'd lean her head to the side of his face, and they'd just stay there. Afterwards, they'd proceed to their room, preparing themselves for the next day.

But there won't be a next day. He wasn't going to make it. His vision has entirely become crimson. He fears that he can't see his wife, their child, and their house anymore. He coughed, feeling something sticky amidst the liquid coming out from his mouth. He was leaning over; his arms limp against his sides, his forehead resting on the steering wheel. He tried to breathe slowly and normal, but every exhale he made was shaky and painful.

His gaze roamed over his chest. His eyes widened as a transparent hand pierced through his heart. So it's you, huh. He gave a bitter laugh. He can feel his life slipping away. He wanted to see them once more: His lovely wife, his cozy home, his boring and normal job, the scenery from his morning walks, his and his wife's antics.

He felt the back of his eyes sting as blood-stained tears trailed down the sides of his face. He won't see his little angel grow up. He won't be there to support her all the way. He wanted to see their bundle of joy. Their little angel, Mai.

He can't give up just yet. He closed his eyes and evened his breathing. He needed to tell his wife. She'd cry and probably succumb to depression, but he knows she'll understand. At that moment, his face felt calm as he went to visit his wife and child in their dreams.


A/N: Was it alright? I hope it was able to set the mood! Please continue on reading, rating and reviewing. I look forward to your wonderful comments and 'not-so-harsh' criticisms. Hahahaha /

I plan to make this fanfiction as closely related to the original series as possible, although I do need to manipulate a few things... Hopefully, it wouldn't be that drastic. Hahahaha.

Believe in not what you see, but what your mind and heart dictates. For reality can be seen not in the eyes, but in the way how you view life.