Am I an exorcist? Well, people think I am one!
Whenever a supernatural presence is felt, I am beckoned by the frightened inmates of the house to study the haunted place and let me hunt the spirits. Well, I will let you in on a secret of mine. I don’t possess any skills to expel the supposed evil spirit, but I let the people on, as it bought me fame.
But, how I did become successful then, you might wonder. That is my trade secret- a well calculated risk, coincidence and luck helped me capture the ghostbuster market. I would go on record to say, presence of ghost is just a myth. People get frightened for all things silly, but I wouldn’t call them out on that, as it floats my boat.
I got a call just this morning to do a live ghostbusting video of a dilapidated row house by the river bed and they were willing to offer me 50 grands for just an half an hour show. Losers! Well, the only condition being I won’t be given a cameraman. I will be using a selfie camera and would be doing a live streaming of the show.
As I made my way inside the old building, I switched my camera on night vision mode, made an entire circuit of the place. To make the documentary interesting, I made up many cooked stories from my supposed past experiences that would most definitely keep the audience hooked, presenting the show with a high TRP rating.
The place looked uninhabited for many years, cobwebs and pungy smell giving it a natural haunted look. I covered almost every part of the house, ended the live episode with a trademark touch of mine and set every item back in my big duffle bag with a high, having pocketed about 50 grands.
Just as I was about to cross the threshold leading to the exit, I heard someone calling my name. I could bet I have heard that voice before. I turned around to look at the face of the girl who once loved me more than her life, whom I broke up with, when she got pregnant with my child. But, how could she be here? Last I heard, she had developed complications during the delivery and couldn’t make it!
My eyes turned saucer-shaped as I took in her appearance, she brought in a bundle from behind. Bundle of a still born baby! I heard it scream, even before I could comprehend what was happening, I was hoisted high up the ceiling, my own shriek echoing off the rickety walls.
It was exactly there, I was discovered five days later. Well, I was no longer the most celebrated ghostbuster but had become a ghost myself!