A full moon turns to dark when a murder has been discovered...

It was 3:00 in the morning on October 31, 1955 and Ashton, 21, was walking home from a party. He had been drinking for several hours because he was mourning the loss if his brother. A role model his brother Josh had been because Josh was the big brother anyone could ever ask for.  A brother with a good head on his shoulders and straight A's in school. Ashton's life revolved around Josh because Josh was his only sibling. He had no other brothers and no sisters. He took his brother's death to heart because thier no good father ran out on them and thier mother committed suicide when Josh was 16 and when Ashton was only 3. Ever since then Josh was taken care of Ashton although they were living with thier grandparents in New York. Thier grandparents grew ill when Ashton turned 13. Josh was a responsible adult at the age of 26 and when thier grandparents died a year later, Josh became the full custodial/legal guardian of Ashton. Just a week ago he was laughing and playing football with Josh in thier backyard. Josh took the week off work not only to fix things up around the house but to relax and be there for his brother. Yesterday Josh had fallen from the roof trying to fix the cable. When Josh fell off the roof he landed on his head which forced his neck to snap. Josh died immediately. Ashton was now alone in the world with no one else for him to care for. He wasn't married, he didn't have any kids and there were no Aunts or Uncles for him to confide in either. He was stubmling in the street with a beer in one hand a bottle of vodka in the other. He trips on his shoelaces and falls to the ground. The bottles break against the cold concrete and he mumbles to himself has he tries to get up. His vision is a little hazy as he notices something lying on the ground not very far from him. His eyes focus on a human form lying on the side of the road and he can make out what appears to be the form of a females body but she is dead. Ahston didn't know what to think when he saw the female's bloody body on the corner of Deleware and Turner Street. Ashton was clearly drunk but he was definitly sober enough to know that this was no joke. As he was walking closer to the women the stench of her dead body flooded his nostrils and he fought the urge deep in his stomache not throw up. With the site of a bloody human being laying before him, he couldn't help himself but to puke. He didn't know if he threw up because he was drunk, because of the stench or becuase there was a dead body lying before him. However, throwing up was the least bit of his worries. Besides the stench and the blood everywhere, he thought that she looked kind of familiar but he couldn't remember from where. He saw that she was wearing work type clothes and that she was wearing a name tag. Her name was Crystal Benson. He thought he might have known her but the site of her beautiful face made him feel like he had the urge to throw up again. This time he didn't puke so checked her arms and legs but there were no knife wounds of any kind. He wonders to himself...

"How can she be dead without any signs of physical wounds?"

"There is so much blood but I can't find a cut or anything" Ahston says aloud. He checked her face, her head, and her neck but still there were no signs of fatal injury. He checked for a pulse. There was no pulse and her body was cold to the touch which sent chills down his spine.

"Help, Somebody PLEASE HELP" Ashton yells. He runs down the street yelling for help but he stops to catch his breathe. "Someone please help me." He cries. He falls to his knees and begins to sob. He then remembers his cell phone in his pocket and tries to call 911....

The phone is out of service, then he prays : "God, please save this girl".

A perons voice says "Who is in need of help?".

Ashton says "A girl is dead down the street". Then he gets up and faces the person standing behind him. His face goes completely white. He is frozen. He tries to scream but he can only utter two words. Sadly, those words were silenced by the harsh wind that blew between them.

He tries to speak again but those words are as soft as a whisper...