Thank you for stopping by.
Before you leave, would you mind filling out the short questionnaire on the desk by the door? I’m always interested in how people hear about me, and my Ghost Referral service.
My name is Truman Dansforth, III. And, your here to ask me how you can meet with a certain ghost. Alrighty then, let’s get down to business. Please take a seat, as I take notes.
“The ghost’s name?”
“Family member, or lover?”
“Well… my lover, but her life was cut short in a car accident.”
“I see. And your name?”
“I’m going to ask you to relax Jake, as I step outside the room for a moment to check on my poltergeist contacts in the next room. Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
When I walked to my spirit contact center down the hall, I had an odd feeling about Jake. I’m a sensitive guy who picks up vibes all the time. It’s probably why I have such success with ghosts. I’m use to people being nervous when they come in. But Jake had an air about him like a wounded animal on a mission. Hard to explain.
It didn’t take me long to find Cindy Mayberry. She was stuck in the “in-between.” It’s amazing how many ghosts get hung up with earthly issues that weren’t resolved. She was sitting in the front passenger seat of a wrecked Corvette. She seemed glad to see me and knew why I was looking for her.
“Jake’s at my place and would like to talk with you Cindy.”
For a moment, I thought I saw a spark of anger in her eyes, but it passed when she spoke.
“Dear Jake,” she said sarcastically. “Take me to him.”
When we entered the parlor where Jake was waiting, I noticed a sudden coldness in the room.
“Don’t mind me, you two. I’m going to clean the fireplace and build a fire.”
“Cindy! How I miss you!”
“I’ll bet you do Jake. Remember how you use to beat me up when you thought I was seeing someone else?”
“Hold on! You were seeing someone. I followed you, and saw you get into a blue Corvette with another man three times in the last month.”
“Your insane jealousy was what use to turn me off about you Jake. Did you ever read the newspaper report about my accident? I doubt it, because if you had, you would have known that was my brother Ron. Now look at me!” she cried.
“I just didn’t want to lose you,” Jake moaned.
“Is that why you punctured the brake lines on his car? Investigators ruled that someone sabotaged the Corvette by putting holes in the double-wall steel tubing that led to the front brakes.”
“How was I supposed to know he was your brother?” he whined.
“You could have asked! But no, you had to assume the worst and kill both of us!”
“I didn’t know you were going for a ride with him that morning.”
“What do you want from me Jake?”
“Forgiveness… I love you Cindy.”
“I have to go now. Come back tomorrow, and we’ll talk about it,” she said, and nodded at me.
I had a roaring fire going in the parlor fireplace when I walked back to the spirit room with her. I could sense her unrest, and a simmering anger. As I wondered if she was going to share her thoughts she spoke up, “Are there any rules about getting revenge while in the “in-between?”
I had to admit that was a good question. I really didn’t think the negative vibes associated with revenge would help her move on to another level, and told her so.
“What about haunting him? He may even like my attention at first. In time however, I’m sure I could arrange for him to drive off a cliff, or something along those lines.”
“You’re still seeking revenge,” I reminded her.
“I prefer to think of it as justice, Truman.”
The next day Jake returned. He was more upbeat that the day before, and I welcomed him in to my parlor. He looked like a man who got a good nights sleep and was ready to get on with his day.
After some small talk I went to get Cindy. She was waiting for me in a skimpy outfit. Just the opposite of the jeans and blouse she had on the day before (and what she probably was killed wearing).
I expressed surprise. “What’s this?”
“The haunting begins today,” she said sweetly with hellfire in her eyes.
Jake rose from his chair when we came into the room and approached Cindy.
“Wow! I mean…you look different.”
” I’ve got good news for you Jake. I’m going to look different every night for the rest of your life. How about that?”
“In outfits like that, I hope,” he answered.
“It’s going to be fun,” she said with a lecherous smile.
“I can’t thank you enough Truman. Here’s you finders fee.”
Three weeks later.
I came home late one night after attending a movie premier with a friend, and found Jake sitting on my doorstep. He looked bad. I unlocked the front door and invited him in.
“I’m going crazy! She won’t leave me alone! Day, or night! I just want some peace. Make her go away!”
“I’m sorry Jake, but I run a referral service for people to contact ghosts. I don’t give refunds. You need to find a good ghost hunter to solve your problem. I know there’s a couple of guys in town that offer that service. I don’t provide referrals for them, however. I prefer to deal with putting folks together with ghosts. What happens after that…who knows?
“Oh, by the way, you didn’t fill out your questionnaire yesterday. Do you mind terribly doing it now? Wait! What are you doing? Put that gun back! I’ll refund your money and give you a name of a good ghost catcher if you do.”
The sound of gunfire filled the parlor!
As It Stands, contacting loved ones who’ve passed on can be a jarring experience.