Week later...

Ghosts POV

I sit in a chair with a table in front of me. My hand is handcuffed to the table and my head is hung low.

"Ah Mr. Ghost, or should i say john doe?" A guy says and walks up to me.

"What are you-" i say before he cuts me off.

"Why is your name not in our database? We made you your own title but is is surely not your real name. Tell me, what is it!" He says banging on the table with his fist.

"You can't shake hands with fists..." i say low and he only gets more angry.

"Neither knifes..." he says between his teeth.

"Knifes?"i say and look up at him.

"We have several witnesses saying that YOU were found killing everyone of these people!" He says and fans out a bunch of pictures.

I look at them and remember what terrible screams they held running away from Jimmy. I know why i am here now...

"Tell me... your real name!" he yells at me.

i flinch at his subtle scream that reminds me of too many others.

"i.. can't say..." i say in a low voice and he laughs.

"Why? Because you don't want it under your name?" He says staring at me.

"No, because you wouldn't believe me..." I say and he makes a face.

"I'll believe you!" A voice says behind the cop.

i get it now. They are going to attempt good cop, bad cop.

"Get out of here. I can handle this thing." He says.

Did he just call me a thing?

"My name is... 

Back with toast! (I know i'm a troll ;3 )

I get up off the bed getting the rest of my stuff. They still haven't told me where ghost is. Every time i ask a different person they say something different. I walk out and go up to the guy at the front.

"Are you sure you won't tell me the truth of where ghost is. I know him very well, and i know when you're lying." i say and the guy turns.

I look at his name tag: Daniel.

He sighs and says "I know i'm not supposed to tell you, but since you're leaving, He got arrested the next day after you came here. He was charged of murder of over... 100 people. He's in for life." He tells me and i'm shocked.

"You kidding? Ghost is afraid of birds nevermind homicide!" i say.

"Sorry but it's the truth." He says and turns back to what he was doing.

I walk out and jump in the P.I.E van. I drive to the house and park. I walk over and notice the lock is broken. I walk right inside to see ghosts jacket on the couch. i shrug and walk into the bathroom. I fix my hair a bit with my comb. I get out and walk into our room. There are bloody clothes on the ground and only a few in the laundry basket. I turn around on sight and plop down on the couch. Ghost doesn't just leave his jacket anywhere. I guess the cops wouldn't let him. I get up and walk outside to the van. I leave and drive off to the police, i need ghost to get out of there.