After a long tiring day, Phoebe decided to spend the night at her apartment rather than go all the way back to the Mayfair manor. It was said that there is no rest for the wicked, in her case, there was no rest for the ghost catcher.
When she was about to have dinner, a human client knocked on her door. It freaked her and the ghosts out a little because none of the people in the building ever knocked on her door.
On opening, her eyes fell on an anxious looking young man. His feet were restless as he paced in small circles around, blowing air into his hands as the weather was cold.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Hello," he waved nervously, "Are you the ghost lady?"
Phoebe couldn't help herself; she rolled her eyes. Ghost lady was not a name!!
"I am Phoebe Mayfair, the shaman." she answered. Reluctantly, she mumbled, "Yes, the ghost lady. What do you need?"
