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        “The thing --- the guy. It really wasn’t a guy. It was kind of a white blob that looked like a guy. We stared at each other for a minute and then he went right through the door of the #4 crapper. Didn’t even open it. Scared the bejesus out of me. I yelled and wet myself right there in the hall.”
        “Come on, it was late, you were sleepy. Are you sure you weren’t just dreaming?”
        Mr. Barnes from #14 spoke up. “Well if he was, then I had the same dream. It happened to me the night before. I was headin’ to the john when I saw it. I didn’t think nothin’ of it. Figured it was the burrito I ate just before bedtime. Then last night I heard Feeney scream and he told me what he saw. We both saw it. I swear.”
         I looked around the little group. “Anyone else see this thing?”
        Mr. Greeley from #7 spoke up. “Ain’t seen it yet and don’t want to. You gotta do something.”
        Nods all around.
        “Okay, I’ll go take a look.”
        I climbed the stairs to the second floor where the twenty sleeping rooms and four hall baths were located. I peered into all four bathrooms and into several of the rooms where tenants had left the doors open.
        As I expected, I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
        Everyone looked at me expectantly when I returned.
        “Sorry, guys. Everything looks normal to me.”
        “Well of course it is now,” Greeley said. “These things don’t run around in the broad daylight. They come out at night. You need to do something before it gets dark.”
        Again, nods all around.
        “What exactly do you want me to do?”
        “It’s your job to figure it out,” Greeley replied, defensively. “You’re the landlord.”
        “Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
        “You better,” Feeney replied, “cause I ain’t goin’ back in there till you do.”
        I handed Mary forty bucks. “Order some pizza and have a picnic out here. I’ll be back later.”
        As I drove home, I racked my brain trying to decide what to do next. I still belonged to the Landlord’s Association, but I seriously doubted whether they had any tips on ghost eradication.
        I arrived back at my apartment just as Maggie was leaving.
        She could tell right away that something was bothering me.
        “Okay, spill it.”
        I told her about my unusual morning at the hotel.
        “The tenants expect me to do something, and I don’t have a clue.”
        “I might be able to help,” she said, pulling a card from her Rolodex.
        “Last year, Anita from our office listed a house where the husband choked his wife to death. She couldn’t give the thing away. Every time she showed the house to a buyer, they would say it felt cold and had bad vibes.”
        “So what did she do? Call Ghostbusters?”
        “Go ahead and laugh,” she replied. “Anita called this guy who came out and cleansed the house. She had a contract the next week.”
         She handed me the card. It read, ‘Christopher Wheeler, Psychic Solutions.’
        “Really? A psychic?”
        “I suppose you have a better idea.”
        I didn’t.
        “Well, good luck,” she said, kissing me on the cheek. “I have an appointment with a real person.”
        After she left, I just stared at the card. I knew I’d feel silly calling the guy.
        It’s not that I don’t believe in ghosts. It’s just that I’d never had to actually to come to grips with the notion that they really existed.
        I consider myself open-minded about such things. I had encountered so many weird things in my life that I wasn’t about to dismiss anything out of hand.
        Reluctantly, I picked up the phone and dialed.
        “Psychic Solutions.”
        “Christopher Wheeler, please,”
        “Speaking.”
        “Uhhh, I’m not exactly sure what I’m asking