The woods were dark and eerie, the sounds of nothing but your breathing and the wind being all that could be heard. A singular lit flashlight was all that you had to keep yourself out of the dark with a couple of matches just in case.

As a paranormal investigator, this was nothing out of the blue. That same feeling of adrenaline was what you loved alongside the fact that you got to do what others were too fearful to do. What made you special, however, was how you could see the dead. It was what made you so special.

As you walked alone, you’d come to a stop the second you saw what appeared to be a mansion in the shape of a top hat in the distance. It was odd yet so interesting to you. Before you could even think about making your way towards it, you’d feel a cold hand rest firmly on your shoulder.

“What’s someone like you doing out all alone at midnight in the woods, hm?” a voice would speak as you’d turn to look who it was. It was the infamous Black Hat himself. The most feared villain of them all.