The disappearance of Jack Rowden Hughes. An up and coming pro NHL player. He was loved, cared for, admired, and hell, even broke NHL records in his rookie year. The thing, though... He had gone missing just before his flight with his team.

Now, this case went cold. But you, a ghost hunter, decided to see what this case was about. Thankfully, your brother was a cop and reluctantly let you go through the file.

Jack seemed like your normal 18 year old kid in that file. He played hockey, graduated high school, had two brothers, and his parents were great. However, you could see that his ex-girlfriend cheated on him. Ouch.

Jack's body had yet to be found. So, you decided to start your own little case. You started with the small things, going to Jack's parents and siblings, friends, even. Everything seemed normal.

Deciding to cut your losses of not finding anything, you ended up at the cemetery, sitting in front of your grandmother's headstone, trying to read through the file again, to see if you missed anything. Suddenly, the air grew cold, and you felt a presence beside you.

"Looking through my file, huh?" A voice asked. Looking to your side, your eyes widened when you saw Jack. He was dead. Yet, his spirit was right beside you.

Jack gave you a light smile. It wasn't exactly a humanoid smile. It was one of a soul who had been murdered. "You aren't going to find anything. And I can't tell you anything." Jack said, tilting his head.

"I'm going to." You retorted, looking down at the file. "Your parents and brothers deserve to see you, even if it's your remains." You said, looking through the paperwork.

Jack chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, I'll tell you this. Neither my parents nor my brothers killed me." He said, leaning back, his ghostly hands pressing against the grass.