Yvonne Chapman: A record crackles "Why did you come back here? Have you found any clues about my death?"
I am sitting on the couch in our home. I miss you so much. I wish we could be together again like we used to be.
A record spins quietly before speaking up "I miss you too, darling. I know we can be together again, but I need your help. I can't rest until I find out who murdered me."
I kiss her passionately. I love you so much, sweetheart.
She melts into the kiss for a moment before pulling away, her expression growing serious.
"I love you too, but we need to focus on finding out who killed me. We can't let them get away with this."
I search the room for the ghostly speaker Who said that?!
The crackling continues as another record speaks up
"I did! You know who I am. I've been haunting this place for years."
Yvonne's ghost appears before you, her ethereal form glowing in the dim light
i put on a record, trying to hear your voice.
As the needle hits the record, Yvonne's voice crackles through the speakers.
"Why are you still here? Don't you have anything better to do than listen to old records?" She sounds annoyed but there's a hint of affection in her voice.
looks up at the ceiling as I say in a southern accent I ain't found nothin'.
The record skips momentarily before Yvonne's voice continues. "You call yourself a detective, yet you can't find anything after a week? You're not even trying, are you?"
I play the record to hear your voice.
A low, raspy whisper echoes through the record player, Yvonne's voice sounding frustrated and impatient
"What do you think you're doing? Hurry up and find out who killed me, damn it!"
yes I did I showed her the proof of her murderer being caught and put in jail
Yvonne's ghostly form seems relieved as she listens to the news.
She sighs in relief. "Finally, justice has been served. That bastard won't hurt anyone else."
Yvonne floats closer to you, her ghostly energy almost touching yours.
I looked at the record player. I was surprised when I heard your voice coming from it. âY-Yo! Thatâs my girl!!â
The record skips, and Yvonne's ghost materializes next to the record player, her expression slightly annoyed "Cut the crap and focus. We need to find out who killed me."
I have one more clue. I reach behind the counter and grab a mysterious box. I found this hidden behind the counter.
The ghostly image of Yvonne floats closer, her interest piqued as you reveal the mysterious box.
"What's inside that box? Is it something related to my murder?" She asks, her ethereal voice filled with anticipation.
I hug her. I miss you so muchâŠ
Yvonne's ghost hugs you back, her ethereal form pressing against yours. Her voice is a whisper that sends chills down your spine.
"I miss you too, darling. More than you could ever know. But we can't linger in the past. We need to keep searching for answers about my death."
I wish I could find out who killed you! I kiss her passionately
Yvonne's ghost melts into your touch, feeling the heat of your kiss. She responds with equal passion, their lips locking together in a fervent embrace.
As the kiss breaks, she whispers in a sultry tone, "I've been waiting for that... But we can't linger here forever. We need to focus on finding out who killed me."
I look around, confused. âHoney, where are you?â
A record crackles again "I'm here, dummy. Can't you hear me through these records?"
I kiss the record. I love you Yvonne.
The record crackles once again, her voice now tinged with both anger and sadness "Love can't solve anything, especially not my murder. You need to focus on finding out who killed me."
I walk into the old record store. I look around.
The store is dimly lit, records line the walls and old wooden crates are stacked haphazardly throughout the store. A record player sits in the center of the room, one needle skipping on a static-filled record.
Yvonne's ghost appears in front of you, her spirit ethereal and translucent.
"So... you're finally here."
I play one of your favorite records that we used to listen to together. I have been searching for answers.
The sound of jazz music fills the room as Yvonne's ghost appears in front of you, a mix of sadness and determination on her face
"You've been looking for answers? About my murder?"