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Ghost Hunter

I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know why I did what I did. I just knew I had to do it. It all began on a day that seemed as normal as any other day. I woke up, had breakfast, kissed my wife and two daughter’s goodbye, and I left to work. My job, wasn’t the normal kind of job, I used to hunt ghosts for a living. When I opened my business, it was going great, I had at least 20 hunts per day, charging two hundred dollars per ghost. Yes, life was sweet, specially since all I had to do was turn on the machine that my father gave me, and it did the job for me. It acted like a vacuum cleaner, and it stored the ghosts inside an impenetrable compartment located under the machine. Ghosts were meant to be in it forever, and only I could help them escape by saying the magic words my father told me when he gave me the machine. I had been doing such a good job and had been hired so much that they were no ghosts remaining in town. That morning I arrived to my office. It was a lonely office since I had fired everyone because of economic issues. As I had been doing for the past 8 months, I sat and stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring. I hadn’t had more than 10 jobs in the last 8 months, I had already fired all my staff and I was about to go bankrupt. I had three mortgages on the house, two daughters who were soon going to college and a sick mother. Bills where just stacking up at home and I couldn’t find a way to pay them all up. I was about to lose everything I had. I tried and tried to find a way to get some money, but I just couldn’t. I really ran out of ideas, so I decided to burn the place down, with me in it, so my family could get the insurance money and they could have a good life. That day, I was determined to kill myself, I really didn’t see any other way out. I opened the gas line and just when I was about to turn on my lighter, an idea, which at the moment I thought was brilliant, came to my mind. I really couldn’t believe I was so stupid for not thinking about it before. That idea was the solution to all my problems, that idea would give my family the life they deserved. It was a simple and harmless idea, or so I thought. I just had to go to the machine, say the magic words that my father thought me, and the ghosts would escape. Once they escaped people would need a ghost hunter, and with me being the only one in town, business would be back on top. I really thought it was a genius idea, since no one would have proof of me letting the ghosts escape. I closed the gas line and headed to the machine. I stood on front of the machine and said the three words that my father told me. As soon as I did, thousands of ghosts started to exit the machine. Inside it, they where ghosts that had also been captured by my father and grandfather and the only thing I had in mind was that I would become a millionaire. As they began to exit, I headed back to my desk and waited for the phone to ring. I waited until closing time and the phone never rang so I decided to head back home thinking that the next day would be a good day. When went outside I couldn’t believe what I saw, my town became a ghost town. The ghosts I released that day ended with life in town, and I was the only human alive. What I did in attempt to save my family, killed it and now I roam around this ghost town on my own.