Just another day as a ghost hunter

It was 4 am in the morning in the office. I'd been up all night... thinking about the ghosts I'd been hunting, the ghosts I would hunt the next day. Heck, even the day after that. Life was hard since my kids left me, but I couldn't let that play on my mind, distract me from the task at hand... ghost hunting.

"What are you thinking about?" Barbara my ghost assistant asked. She is super hot.

I didn't answer. I looked out the window. The spooky night reflected my feelings and I drank another whiskey.

"I don't like it when you have that look on your face, Reg. It's so mysterious. Someone always gets hurt."

"Ghosts don't feel pain," I replied. "They're like fish in that regard."

Barabara started to cry. I forget sometimes she is a ghost and is in love with me. Probably because she is so damned fine.

"Go home Babbs," I say to comfort her. "It's late."

"It's Gary the ghost isn't it? He's gotten to you!"

"Rrraarrgghh!" I said and slammed my fist against the wall. It's structually sound but as usual I underestimated my own strength. There was visible damage to the plastering.

"Shit, now I'm gonna have maintenance on my back."

Barbara looked at me longingly but faded away to whatever ghost place they go to when they do that fading shit.

She was right somehow. I had to finish this case. Gary the ghost had been running at large for too long. Spooking beauty contestants all over town. Once it was over I would take my kids out for a happy meal and try to win them back. Maybe we could retire together in Nicaragua like we'd always said we would, but for now I stayed up all night thinking about the long road ahead and smoking cigarettes.

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Credited to koalazeus 

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