𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

ONE

ONE YEAR AGO...

Frances had her big bags in her hands that had all of her belongings, it was her first time moving to America and so far she enjoyed it, no one gave her weird looks or mocked her for claiming she sees ghost. 

She opened the door that led her into a butchers place, a woman with black hair and heavy makeup looked up, a butcher knife in her right hand with slight blood dripping off from it "May I help you?" She asked, after she slammed her knife down on the red meat making a loud slamming noise "Yes, I heard you have rooms to rent?" 

She put her metal knife down on the counter "you're not around here are you?" She questioned as she took off her clear, bloody gloves "Uh no, I'm from England" Frances informed, it was quite obvious, her accent was harsh. "right, how old are you?" The woman with jet black hair took a step closer, the rich smell of blood filled Frances nose "I'm sixteen" The woman sighed "sorry, you can't live here" The butcher went back to her original spot with the meat "I need somewhere to stay, I beg you" Frances went to the counter, both of her hands together in a begging manner

"Fine. Just- don't annoy my customers" Frances smiled while she followed Jenny up to where the rooms were "Here's your room, your neighbor is Niko... she doesn't bother anyone" Jenny gave Frances the keys to the room "yes thank you" Jenny walked away, her shoes clacking against the wooden floor.

Frances shut the door as she analyzed the room, it wasn't too small or too big, it was just right for one person to stay in. She walked across the room to the bedroom, the bed was a twin size bed, perfect for her since she was short for her age. Frances put her suitcase on the white sheets, she put her fingers on the zipper and unzipped it, her suitcase was full of old newspapers of murder cases that weren't solved, aka cold cases. The other suitcase had all of her clothes and accessories. 

Frances picked up a newspaper from her suitcase, "Teen boy dies from hypothermia"  the headline read, the murder case was the most recent case that Frances solved, the teens boy friends killed him, just like how France's brother died. She took out all the black and white papers and got out a role of clear sticky tape so she could hang the newspaper up on the walls, so she could stare at all the successful cases she had solved. 

A few hours later, the previous white wall was now covered with newspapers, it brought color in the fully white room and gave it character. Frances wiped the small drop of sweat that fell down her forehead, she finally finished decorating her room and shes proud of it. 

She walked to one particular newspaper "Boy mysteriously got murdered with a gun shot wound, cops still have yet gave an answer." The boy was Frances older brother, she still was mad that no one solved his case other than her, even though no one believed her. She placed her hand on the newspaper, her neck went backwards while her eyes turned white.

Her mind went to her brother, before he got murdered from his two so called friends

"Hey guys" Samuel had a huge smile on his face when he saw both of his best friends "hey mate we want to show you something massive" One of his friends with ginger hair had a sly smirk, while the other chuckled "Oh really? what is it?" "Follow us" The blonde one walked away from Samuel to a dark room, nothing but shattered glass everywhere

"Uh, mate what is this?" He got worried and confused why they led him to a dark room "don't worry" The ginger boy closed the door "we got you a present, yeah?" The blonde reached for the back of his pockets "You took my crush, and you'll pay for it"  Blondie walked close to Samuel, he put his arm around Samuel's neck so he couldn't move "what- what do you mean by that?" Samuel shook in fear "You'll see" The blond one whistled loudly, that's when the orange hair boy took out a pistol "Wait! Wait! I'm sorry! Okay I didn't mean to-!" 

The pistol clicked "not only that but God you're so annoying and so clingy, always around our hips" The grip on the gun tighten "Like jeez, you must be in love with us or something"  He took a step closer to Samuel and pointed the gun to his forehead "we never liked you, Sam. Truly, we didn't. We just wanted to... get close to you so we could do this.." His index finger went to the trigger, soon enough he pulled the trigger. The loud sound erupted in the building "We gotta go now" 

Frances eyes went back to normal, her breathing rapid and tears pouring from her eyes, she fell on the ground with her knees by her chin as her whole body shook, some day she will get revenge for her brother. some day she will...

A/N

Charles will come up in the next chapter :-O

Yes, Frances is some what like Crystal, but will be a bit different, you'll see soon enough :) also I know Frances was originally supposed to be a ghost but after seeing a few eps I didn't really know how to add her character in as a ghost so yeah slay