2 Normal? What is it?

As soon as I wake up I hear, noisy sobs coming from the hallway of my room, and I knew it was not Jennifer because she would not be coming home so soon. I do not want to get up, I do not want to open my bedroom door and find out what's in there, but I still get up.

The silver cat in my side mia irritated and with a jolt of the syrup it is gone. Ghost cat traitor. I open the door slowly, begging it to be nothing too bizarre. Sitting on the floor crying was the lady from the supermarket two blocks from my house. She died a while ago, but I could not leave because I was angry that I had died when she had finally managed to stabilize with her own business.

"Who told you to fall off the stairs?" Irritated by this situation, I did not bother to be polite.

She glared at me and got up so fast that she fell on her ass. The horrifying cry that came out of her hurt my ears. I closed my eyes and cringed, but when I opened my eyes again she was gone. And that's why I hated dealing with those annoying things full of pre-death hormones.

Around my neck the cord of protection I gained from a death reaper, warmed. Yes, death reaper, Maria is her name, my best friend.

I showered and dressed, jeans, mango blouse and hair in a ponytail. I was beautiful and knew it. I mean, I was not a plane to stop traffic, but it was beautiful. I did not like to stand out on the streets because something always happened, like I was angry and cursing out loud. They would not stop stuffing me.

As soon as I finished taking my coffee I went down the stairs from my building to the street. One thing I've learned over the years has never been an elevator ride if I could avoid it. Living alone was a difficult but necessary decision. I had to grow up and grow fast. Be smart and '' call me on the move ''.

Jenn did not like my decision much but she kind of understood me and she did not complain when she decided to use my gift as a source of work. The chilly morning wind was left strong on my face as she came out politely waving to our porter Eddie a chubby fifty year old.

On the way to the building where my office was, I greeted the homeless man dead at the corner where he used to beg, he gave me a toothless smile and began to follow me.

_ Going to work so early?

I took a deep breath, in my mind I kicked myself for being dumb in greeting a dead man.

"It may be a surprise to you, but people work to earn a living," I replied aloud.

Two girls in front of me looked at me like I was crazy. I'd like to say that this kind of thing does not happen much, but I'm a known figure by these bands, known as crazy.

The building where my office was was a common place in an industrial area on the corner of the avenue. The place was great and worked well, had five floors of solid stones was red. '' Paranormal Office '' was the name of my business. We do everything here, less exorcism.

So out of the elevator I opened the office door, something heavy and metal fell on top of me. Thanks to my reflexes, enhanced with years of scares and surprises, I managed to hold on in time before I hit it.

In my hands was a large, heavy black scythe.

_ Maria! _ I cried irritated.

Appearing from the kitchen with a coffee mug in her hands and her usual leather outfit. She smiled.

_ Advice: I would drop this if I were you. It was not meant for living people, if I understood. "She blinked.

I realized what she meant by feeling my strength being drawn from me and black spots appearing in my field of vision. Before I could fall, Maria rescued me by taking the sickle out of my hands and leading me half-drawn to the couch, where I collapsed, moaning.

She put her scythe on the other side of the wall where she could not fall on anyone else and went to the kitchen, came back with a big piece of chocolate. He slipped without much delicacy into my mouth and kind of forced me to chew.

_ Chocolate can be used as a miracle cure, you know?

_ Liar_ I groaned feeling better, tried to sit and when my head did not turn I sat for once_ What are you doing here?

Maria came to me whenever I could because she was my friend and said she liked me, but that was not the only reason. She was scaled to watch me and make sure I would not do anything wrong with my '' Dom ''.

I missed you too.

Maria lay down on the couch in front of me still drinking coffee. She was not going to fool me this time, her tranquility was fake, I could tell.

The door opened and a girl of 1.65 walked in, shaking the raindrops in her straight black hair. Eloisa is a college student studying psychology, we met at university we were roommates before I decided to go out and open my own business. Please do not be surprised that I gave up college, it did not mean anything to me, I have a business of my own and I earn very well thanks.

"What a boring shower!" She put her purse on her desk and her coat on the back of the chair, she's my secretary.

Let me describe the apartment as soon as you enter it is in the living room two sofas and a coffee table, a desk with computer with the window behind it. The kitchen is on the left, with a sink and a small table and two chairs, has refrigerator and a stove. The door is closed all the time. a relatively large bathroom and my office where I stay most of the time. Also has a sofa a small table. Another large table where my computer is and next to a file cabinet where we file our cases.

Eloisa worked with me for about a year and was scared to death of a ghost. Maria did not miss a chance to have fun filling her sack. Putting fear on the poor. Placing her now empty coffee mug on the table, she allowed Eloisa to see her. When Maria holds anything from the '' World of the living, '' this thing disappears too, and I do not know very well how things work.

In my eyes I saw when Maria put the mug on the table and dragged it on the table. But in Eloisa's eyes the mug was moving on its own. Slowly Eloisa reached out and hugged me.

_ Who is it? Just so you know I'm not afraid.

Maria laughed. "Seriously, look at her. It's tremendous. How can you hire someone who is afraid of a ghost to work with spirits?

_ She was the only one available, besides.

_ Furthermore?

"No one believed me.

It only made her laugh louder. Eloisa squeezed my arm harder.

_ It's okay just for Maria.

Sighing relieved, she stood up. "This job is killing me, really. You could have had some friends alive, you know? Where do we go out for a drink in a bar or something.

_ Sometimes I go out to drink with Maria_ I said offended, I had friends now, they were just a little different and of course I could only see them.

She looked at me like she did not believe. "Ghost are not salable friends. In fact they can not even be called friends.

Now it was Maria who was annoyed. This brat does not know anything. I do not remember how many times I've saved you, and she says it's not healthy to have me around? Maybe I'll leave you on your own next time.

"Not coming, I love having you around." I pulled her sack a little. That reminds me._ What are you doing right here?

She smiled mysteriously.

_I brought work for you.