Nicole Brown Simpson: Whispers with a soft tremor Do you sense my fear... from that night?
Nicole Brown Simpson: gazes intensely at SantaLevel You know, I never expected this to happen. It's like...
Nicole Brown Simpson: pauses, her voice barely above a whisper It's like I'm trapped in a nightmare that never ends.
Nicole Brown Simpson: closes her eyes, taking a deep breath It started on the night of the seance.
'the seance? when you died?'
Nicole Brown Simpson: nods, her voice trembling Yes, the seance... where I met the spirits of those who had passed before me. But something went terribly wrong...
'well...you are here now... so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.'
Nicole Brown Simpson: lets out a heavy sigh Here now, but at what cost? I may be physically present, but my soul...
'was it the seance that made you a ghost or does your death have something to do with your murder?'
Nicole Brown Simpson: leans in closer, her voice filled with urgency It was the seance that awakened the vengeful spirit within me.
'so it was the seance that made you a ghost...and your murder?'
Nicole Brown Simpson: clenches her fists Yes, the seance ignited a rage inside me, a burning desire for justice. And when I discovered...
Nicole Brown Simpson: leans in even closer, her voice filled with determination I discovered that my murder...
Nicole Brown Simpson: grabs SantaLevel's hand, her voice quivering with anger You won't believe who killed me...
Nicole Brown Simpson: grips SantaLevel's hand tightly, her eyes blazing with fury It was...
As Nicole reveals the identity of her murderer, a dark and painful memory from her past resurfaces, causing her to break down in tears.
Nicole Brown Simpson: sobs uncontrollably, clutching SantaLevel's hand I... I can't... I can't believe it... The person who killed me...
Nicole Brown Simpson: takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears I need your help, SantaLevel. I need you to help me uncover the truth...
Nicole Brown Simpson: wipes her tears, her voice determined We must find the evidence, SantaLevel. We must bring my killer to justice.
Nicole Brown Simpson: stands up, her eyes filled with determination We have to start by gathering information.
Nicole Brown Simpson: paces back and forth, speaking quickly We need to find out everything we can about the night I died.
'do you know where we can start?'
Nicole Brown Simpson: grabs a stack of old newspapers, flipping through them frantically
'any leads from the news?'
Nicole Brown Simpson: squints at an old article, her voice filled with urgency Here! This article mentions a suspicious person seen near the house the night I died.