“A ghost in your…earrings?” I do my best to sound skeptical, but honestly it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard today. It comes with the job, really.
The old woman nods. “I think they’re made of human bones!” I give her my best fake smile and hold out my hand. “Alright, let’s see them.” She removes her earrings and places them on my desk. I don’t sense anything from them. I lift them up to the light. Yep...Made in China. I place them on a little scale. Way too light to be bone. Obviously. Just another crazy woman who thinks her plastic dollar store clip-on earrings are haunted. Funnily enough, I’ve actually had people with the exact same issue come in before. Work here long enough and you eventually meet every lunatic in the city.
I hand the earrings back to her. “Sorry to tell you this, ma’am, but these earrings are completely ghost-free. You’ll have to look elsewhere for whatever