The last thing Raymond ever wanted to do was move back to his hometown, especially not in with his scumbag father. But unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice.

At least he had his mom there with him.

Luckily, it was only a temporary debacle. He’d managed to get back on his feet. Using his gift of communicating with the paranormal, he started a Supernatural Detective business, and even got a girlfriend…

Though of course, like all the good things in Raymond’s life, she walked out on him.

He told her to stop popping pills, she said no. Picked the drugs over him. So now, he was left without a work partner. It was a bit much at first, but he was adapting. It’d been seven months since the breakup.

He’d gotten a lead about a ghost haunting an abandoned house right outside of town.

It was just after midnight.

He was scoping about the property with his flashlight.

So far, he hadn’t seen or heard anything.

Until he did.

Footsteps on the second floor.

So with a slight hesitation, he made his way up the stairs, only to find something even more frightening than the ghost he’d come to get rid of.

A pretty girl.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Raymond exclaimed, his back colliding with the wall behind him.