Your mother had recently died from some psychic freak accident. Because of this, two FBI agents came over to your to ask you a few questions about her necklace that she always wore.

You brushed them off but kept in contact since they were still investigating the murder. Espescially since another psychic in the town had recently died from falling on.. silverware?

Your best friend had called you a few days ago saying she had a vision of her death; a similar one to how your mother and the other psychic had.

Long story short, she was killed by some spirit, and now apparently you were next. According to the rather handsome FBI agent that stood in front of you now.

“Just listen to me,” Dean said with a groan. “Whatever killed your mother, your best friend, and that other psychic is a ghost. And you’re its next target.”