Hazel took a sip of her coffee as she scrolled on her phone. My mind was still stuck at what happened back at the Borden Manor. Hansley mentioned that no one lived there. The old man was definitely a ghost. While I loved haunted buildings, I felt a strong evil presence as soon as I went near the mansion. My curiosity was eating me alive.

"Aren't you going to drink your coffee?" Hazel asked, interrupting my train of thought. "You've been zoning out since you came back. Are you alright? You look like you're about to pass out."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said taking a sip of my coffee. "I met a guy today. He's a caretaker from that old mansion up the hill."

Her eyes widened. "No way? A caretaker? How old was the guy? What does he look like?"

Hazel's string of questions made me laugh. "I'm not sure how old he was, but he looked pretty young. Maybe around our age."

"Are you sure he was the caretaker? Maybe he's the owner of the mansion disguised as a caretaker, you never know," she wiggled her eyebrows as she continued to scroll on her phone. "Seriously, was he cute?

I pressed my lips together in a tight line and nodded. "Yes."

"What's his name? Did you get his phone number?"

Shoot. I forgot about that part.

"His name is Hansley, but unfortunately, I missed that opportunity," I jutted my lower lip, feigning disappointment. "But hey, at least I know where to find him."

She licked her lips after drinking the rest of her coffee. "Girl, you should take me there next time. I want to film more for my next vlog. Old historical mansions always get millions of views, especially when they're haunted. People easily eat that shit up."

Yes. That would be a great idea. I would have an excuse to see Hansley again. I cleared my throat. "How about you? Any luck with one of the boys you met today?"

She stuck an index finger in her mouth and pretended to gag. "They were just a bunch of fucking frat boys. I thought one of them was decent enough to ask me out but they're too busy admiring how handsome they look. One was nonstop flexing his muscles," she rolled her eyes. "Uh, no, thank you. Sorry, loser. Next!"

I loved whenever Hazel talked. She would get so animated, complete with facial expressions and noises. She almost resembled like a real-life cartoon character. My phone rang and the screen showed Ash's picture.

I clicked on the answer button. "Hey, Ash. What's up?"

"You guys need to come home right now." Ash said out of breath. It seemed like he was in a hurry.

I glanced nervously at Hazel. "Why, is something wrong? Where are you guys?"

"One of your grandmother's neighbors was murdered!"

We ran home as fast as we could. My heart raced at the thought that it happened so close to my grandmother's house. The old man who lived across the street from my grandmother was brutally murdered. Ten police cars barricaded the street. Majority of the neighbors watched quietly from their yards while the others went for a closer look. The old man's wife was inside an ambulance covered with a blanket. She was crying hysterically.

Just watching the cops stop people from entering the yellow tape made me curious. This was the first case in the past decade. The murderer could strike anytime. I couldn't even stomach, let alone imagine what if it happened in my grandmother's house? According to what we've learned, the man's heart was missing.

Was it the same murderer from ten years ago?