Raining and storming. Damn it. John just couldn’t catch a damn break, could he? Out at night trying to solve ghost problems. If he’d known he was gonna be on a 24 hour clock, he’d have gotten more cigarettes. And beer. But of course, it was his job, and it was what he wanted to do. Nobody to blame but himself.

As he stepped out of his car, the rain gently pattered against his trench coat, the beige/brown color turning dark under the waters effect. John huffed and walked up to the “haunted” building, which was just a regular town’s home. Apparently someone was waiting for him, because a woman, probably in her 40’s, was waiting on the porch in a robe. “Oh, thank goodness you came!” She said with a sigh of relief as she led John in.

The house was nice. A few knick knacks here and there. Nothing too big. John looked to the side and saw pictures of many different people. A man, children, animals. The woman noticed his gaze. “My husband. He died a year ago.” Wow, that was fast. John looked at her and gave a soft nod. “Sorry.” He said simply, his hands in his pants pocket. “I think his spirit is in the house, and I don’t want him to be causing me fear if it is him.” She continued. So she was afraid of her late husband haunting her? Why not just call a priest. They know how to get rid of the dead. “If you could, can you find a way to bring him peace?” The woman said hopefully. John sighed but agreed.

He’d have to stay a few nights here just to get used to the activity of a dead man’s spirit walking around. If it was a mans spirit. So, for five weeks, John stayed with the woman. A bit of comfort and closure for her. By the…twelfth night? John lost count. Things got weird. John always woke up hot, though the AC stayed on. He was so tired, then he’d suddenly feel a tightness in his chest. Time to get professional.