Ghost in the (Washing) Machine

Good morning, Wrizzit!

This started as a writing warm up and I was having too much fun with it so I thought I would share. I'll continue to post these micro-chapters until the story ends or I get bored with the prompt!

Please enjoy.

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Ghost in the (Washing) Machine

"We have a ghost."

I wash the same mug for the third time, waiting for him to respond.

He sighs.

"Emi…"

"We have a ghost!"

"We live in an apartment building."

I throw the sponge at him and he shrieks.

Adorable.

Abandoning the last two dirty forks in the sink I rejoin him and his hot tea and my probably—yep—cold coffee. I take a few gulps and flip open my laptop, resuming my search for "local ghost experts near me haunted."

Which yields:

A single result.

Amidst some local ghost tours and haunted hayrides, there was the Western Investigative Society for Paranormal Research.

Clicking the link lead to a surprisingly professional website outlining their services and the background behind the organization, ran by about a dozen people that stood in a group photo on the About page. Pretty normal looking folks.

They all had bios. Only about ten percent had woo-woo claims, a few seemed to be skeptics, nothing overtly religious, and…

Free?

At the bottom of the page, under the number to contact a case manager:

All of our services are provided free of charge.

Sold!

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Thanks for reading,

HARTWELL