“Spirit Whisperer, how may I haunt you?”

I had started a spiritual business where I offered living people the chance to talk to their dead love ones for only $ 13.99 per message. They believed I sent it to their spirit and they had to pay another $ 13.99 to receive an answer. A vague answer I had made up myself, obviously. Most people just wanted to know they were loved and forgiven.

“I want to talk to my son.”

Oh no, not another dead kid. Those parents get way too sentimental about that. I’m a scam, not a therapist.

“What is your son’s name and when did he died?”

“He’s not dead.”

“Then talk to him face to face. You know, we are a serious spiritual business. We are not here to help living people who can’t get along.”

“He’s not dead, but I am.”

Haha, really funny. It’s the first time I’m hearing this one. A spirit talking. As if this was possible.

I quickly hang up the phone, having no more time to waste with that lady.

Until I could still hear her say something in my ear as if she was right next to me.

“Hello? Are you here? Can you hear me?”