I pause a minute, and take a deep breath. I grip the moonstone. , and feel the metal bars in front of me part, and the glass of the window turning to dust. My skin bathes in the moonlight, now fully beaming down upon me as I crawl out of the window. Hold on a minute. I'm sure you have many questions like; "Wot tHe acTuAl-. woT the- wot is gOing oN? Maybe I should start from the beginning. Press ◄◄ rewind on the remote. Until the brand names come on the screen. I'm Frost. Faustice Frost Tyme. And i'm dead. Technically.. And this is where we press ►play.

(ALERT: Short story. Ends on a cliffhanger~ Sorry ma dudes) "Arthur. Interrupting again." Meet Sergeant Arthur Collins, a redheaded, young German lad, standing soaking before Inspector Kingston. Now, Arthur wasn't ordinary. Something about Arthur allowed him to touch the past. All he knows is that he only has to touch the dead to see. like all wonderful gifts in life, there's a catch. The face of the murderer is unknown.

I'm Ash Lockwood, but you will know "the past me" as Alice, and the "current me" as Ash. This is to make a clear difference between then and now. This is my 'autobiography'. Or, a collection of memories and mostly in order from my first clear memory. Also handy if I ever lose my memory. Also has some basic Info about me in the present, if you are curious. . . ♡ ～('▽^人) Updated at least once a month. (Some names and places have been changed for privacy purposes.) ✠A.Lockwood.✠