In the dead of night, the misty moon shone down on the brass gravestone of my stone-cold grave. My life had been stolen, I turned into nobody. This was thirty years ago now; when your life is taken from you, it’s not easy to forget. Here was what happened all those years ago…

In the dead of night, my home was invaded. Leaving nothing but a drop of my own crimson, glistening blood (where I cut myself on a shard of glass from the window) they frantically ran into the dead of the night, glancing back only to show me its inhumane face. From my home, the little I had was gone. I had nothing. The last thing I heard was the screech of tyres and a voice shouted, “Look out!” Then, I saw my body in the road, lifeless, as I floated beside it.

Now here I am, at the Ghostly Detective Agency, which is where I work, at my desk, solving the latest file. I preferred life when I was alive, it was filled with adventure. Not that that mattered, one thing I learned here was, you can’t control your destiny…