AN: My first mystery-horror story! Hope you like it!

IMPORTANT: This story is not a part of my other one-shot series. So Naru and Mai are not together! But it is set after Naru comes back from England!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Ghost Hunt (applies throughout the whole story)!

Prologue

The man sighed as he worked on the useless elevator.

The machinery had been giving him a lot of problems. No matter what he did, it refused to work. Given it was old, but still, they had spent more than enough time on it!

He looked down the corridor, waiting for his assistant to come back. He had sent the hopeless boy to get some water. It was the middle of summer, and the heat was unbearable. And it did not help him at all that they had to work in this dump.

His boss had to take the contract of renovating this old, burned down mall. Their company had been getting fewer and fewer contracts, what with all the competition; and the boss had jumped at the offer when it came along. Now they had been working on it for a few weeks, but the place continued to give them trouble. Broken pipes that could not be repaired, machines that would not work, and all that shit.

His assistant believed it was because the place was haunted.

He scoffed. Granted, the place had history. But that did not mean there were ghosts around. It was all some stupid superstition. And his assistant was all the more stupid for believing in it.

He sighed again, and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. What was taking the boy so long?

He was about to flick the lighter on, when he heard a noise.

His head snapped up, and he looked down the corridor. Footsteps, soft and light, was all he heard.

It seems his good for nothing assistant had returned.

"About time you got back! What took you so long?" He asked, frowning, and slightly relieved that he could finally have some water.

There was no answer. But the footsteps continued.

He squinted. The corridor was dark, with the overhead lights not helping much. It was a miracle the old, dust covered lights had been working in the first place. But they just started work on this part of the building, so the new lights had not been set up yet.

"Yamamoto?" He asked again. He could not see who it was, but he surely heard the footsteps.

He was about to walk down the corridor, when he saw her.

A pale woman, with long black hair, that covered her eyes, her head bowed. She had on a dress that reached her knees, and was a colour of midnight blue. The woman was beautiful. She walked as if she was floating, and for a moment, he was mesmerized. It wasn't until she stopped a few feet from him that he snapped out of it.

"Miss? What are you doing here?" He asked, taking a step towards her, "This is a construction site, it is dangerous." Sure, he did not mind looking at her. But if the boss found out that a non-worker had gained entry into the construction site, there would be hell to pay.

So he would have to escort her out. How fun.

"Are you lost? I will take you back. Miss?" He stopped, when he saw her raise her head.

And his heart jumped, when he saw her eyes.

Brilliant red eyes. Beautiful red eyes.

And he was lost.

He could not move, could not speak. He just stood there, looking into her eyes.

She smiled then, and raised a pale hand to beckon him.

"Come." A soft whisper. And he felt himself move. She turned around, and started walking down one corridor to next, up one flight of stairs to another, and he followed.

He followed till they reached the terrace of the building. Till they were standing close to the edge.

He knew in his mind that something was wrong. That he should run, shout for help, do something! He struggled to move his body, to step away from the edge, from her. But it was futile. He could not move. He could only stand there, now terrified at not knowing what was going to happen to him, and stare at her.

She looked at the night sky beyond, and then she turned to him.

The smile she gave him sent a chill down his spine, and he knew his fate was sealed.

"Jump."

No. No. NO! He wanted to scream, to struggle free, but could do nothing and could only panic as he felt himself follow her command, and shift closer to the edge.

And he could do nothing, as his body jumped, and he plummeted down to his death.

And the last thing he saw were her eyes.

Beautiful red eyes.

Okay! That was the prologue!

Short, I know! But the mystery continues, and SPR will be on the case in the next chapter.

Updates will be slow, though (I blame college!).

Ciao!