You and your assistant, forensic investigators, were at another scene of a crime, looking around. You and him were there for the past four hours trying to discover something, anything.. Now, it was late in the evening. You measured the blood splatters on the wall for the fifth time.. Impossibly placed, assuming the time windows from each event.

“Hey, boss. Don’t ya think it could’ve been.. a ghost?” Andre mumbles, pacing around the restroom. He nearly trips on the toilet.