Paranormal Investigators- Case Files

Chapter 1

Case 1: The case of Ben's sudden death

Jaden's P.O.V

I woke up sweating profusely. Someone or something was in my house. 

Am I surprised? Not really. Am I scared? Hell yeah! You see I wasn't 

surprised because I had these surprise visitors ever since I was a 

kid. I was afraid because I was pretty sure the visitor was a dead 

one. I am Jaden Brett and I see dead people. I inherited this ability from my mom, 

and she was an accomplished  exorcist as well. She 

taught me what she knew and I was an exorcist as well and a pretty 

good one if I may say so. I learnt from the best after all. Its

what killed her eventually but that story is for another time. I have 

long since  learnt that not every spirit needs to be exorcised. Most 

of them have some unfinished business here on earth or need their 

story to be told to the world. However there are some truly evil 

ones and they need to be exorcised. But back to the matter at hand, 

I needed to check on who my latest visitor was.

I grabbed a handful of salt that I kept handy on my bedside table, 

just in case it was a nasty visitor. I got out of my room and 

instantly felt the change in temperature. I felt goosebumps on my 

arms and the back of my neck. Yep definitely a dead visitor. I 

walked downstairs warily, it was always nasty when they got you from 

under the stairs and tripped you. I walked towards the kitchen 

rubbing my arms and clutching the fistful of salt tightly. "Who is 

there?" 

Silence.

I prayed to God that I didn't have a nasty visitor. I had returned 

only an hour ago from an intense exorcism and all I wanted to do was 

sleep for 8 hours straight. I walked near the kitchen and saw that 

all the cabinets were open. I licked my lips nervously and entered 

the kitchen cautiously. I hated being caught unaware.

"I want pop tarts!"

I almost had a heart attack as I whirled around to see a little boy 

standing in front of the refrigerator in a hospital gown. His head was shaved and he had 

stitches on it. He was really pale, it seemed that he had died 

recently and wasn't even aware of it. He seemed harmless though and 

I let out a sigh of relief. 

"Hi what's your name?"

"I am Ben, is my mommy here?"

"uh no Ben, do you remember where you were before you came here?"

"I-I was at the hospital" he said scrunching his nose and trying to 

remember, "the doctors cut me open"

"What was wrong with you?"

"I don't know but I had a bad fall and I hurt my head real bad.