Alive. Andrew Detmer was sitting up, and alive. He remembered every detail of his death, every inch of his life, fading away and coming back. He was met with a man, dressed in all black head to toe, with a black sort of energy around him. His resurrecter, his savior. But he bowed to no one. He didn't have to bow. They were equally matched, just as strong, and the man was a kind person only wishing to do good. So he granted Andrew's first wishes. Dead dad, check. Andrew finished him off quickly but slow enough to make it last forever. New clothes, check. He brought back Andrew's whole wardrobe.  Seattle paying for the things it did to him.... mostly check. He still needed a way to terrorize them. 

It was stupid. His old outfit, now a costume. His shredded, bloody hospital gown was perfect for the job. He was going to haunt Seattle. As a ghost. In mid May. But it wasn't all treat. He was worried about one thing and one thing only- what if he got caught? What if some idiots filmed him, would he have his full potential to grab the camera and run? These theories were all cast aside as silly, no fear on Andrew's face as the world saw him clearly. A ghost, back to destroy until the pain was gone. Until everything left, everyone left, was harmless. Bullies were killed, the girl with the red hair forced to drown, the boy lit on fire. Ashes, and they were oh so sweet. As this point, they seemed to be a good omen. His charade went on for a few months, but he stopped. The anger was finally being away, he felt more at home, more alive. A human, a kind one at that, not a wraith of terror. Revealing his truth, he became himself again, embracing his human side, no longer just the ghost of the Apex Predator. He built a home, started a sort of group therapy for people like him, and he fell in love again. He became whole. He had no people to kill, no cousins to deflect and avoid. No more Richard, no more bullies, no more pain. The ghosts of horrors past it seemed, were gone for good. 

But they would never disappear.