Chapter 7: Megan’s Nightmare

This was the first time I’d taken on a job like this. Before, to pay off my debts, I’d helped a buddy in real estate "clean" a few haunted houses—meaning I’d stay in houses where people had died, to prove they were safe. I’m not afraid of much, least of all ghosts or spirits. As long as the money was right, I’d stay anywhere. After a while, I even gained a bit of a reputation among agents.

Some nights I slept in places colder than a meat locker, where the air was thick and still, and shadows seemed to move on their own. Folks talk big about the supernatural, but for me, it was just another gig—something to keep the lights on at home.

This mother and daughter had heard of me through an agent. But what they asked me to do wasn’t to "clean" a haunted house, but to "cut off" a toxic relationship.

When Lisa first explained it, I thought she meant a stalker—maybe a boyfriend gone bad. Turns out, the truth was weirder than fiction.