1968

Blood was all you saw as you crawled through the abandoned barn you and your friends rented from a seemingly friendly guy. He was a twisted killer. As you tried to escape, you heard footsteps and looked back, seeing him with a deranged smile. You knew you were the last one alive.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything! I swear I'll-"

A sound could be heard from the guy's gun, blood dripping from your head, your vision got black and your eyes slowly lost their innocent light they once had.. You died at the age of 19 and everyone in 1968 pities your death.

"I'm sorry, child. You have a choice: stay here under my protection forever, or return to Earth as a spirit, unseen by anyone but you can choose who sees you. I know how attached you are to your house," said Ker, the goddess of death. After a moment's thought, you chose to return to Earth, unable to leave your home behind.

25 years later. 1993

Currently, Skye was trying to push herself through the studio as she lay there on the floor on her stomach. Trying to get away from the man who currently had a hammer in his hand. Blood trailing down Skye's thigh as she was previously hit there. Her once white jeans and hands stained with her blood.

She was trying to find a place to hide. But once she reached the stairs she saw one of her bandmates there, dead, covered in blood and his jaw almost gone.

"Gotcha."

The man said, grabbing Skye's ankle and dragging her further away from the door. Skye tried very hard to escape the man's grip, but he was strong, despite being in his 50's. Skye was exhausted, she couldn't think straight anymore and her vision got clouded. The man raised his hammer, preparing to strike Skye with it. Before he suddenly choked and blood trailed out of his mouth and collapsed on the floor. Skye was long unconcious. You looked at the now dead man.

"You're time's up. You will never hurt innocents souls again."

You said, before looking at Skye's unconcious body.

"Poor child."

You said, your hands gently cupped Skye's face.