Murder at Whitgreave Manor

I thought I was someone who only considered the cold, hard facts, but clearly I was losing my mind. It’s the only explanation. My job as a detective would be in jeopardy if this ever came out. Now, trust me when I say that I don’t believe in such absurd things like ghosts, but I saw one.

I was investigating the gruesome murder at Whitgreave Manor when I saw her. At first, I thought it was a hallucination from a lack of sleep. I even started taking my medication again, despite hating it so much.

I knew that if I told Sarge what I saw, I’d be a laughing stock.

But still, I saw her. She was trying to tell me something that I couldn’t understand, so I ignored her and went about my investigation. I didn’t want to understand her.

I was banging my head over the strange details of the case. I couldn’t seem to get my head straight. Something just wasn’t adding up, and if you knew me, you’d know that I almost never get stumped. It wasn’t until I finally gave in and listened to what she had to say…

“It was you. You killed me.”