The home-owner was waiting outside, pacing up and down on the pavement, as he pulled up behind her taxi.
“It’s started already,” she said, rushing towards him before he’d even got out of the car. “It started early. It’s been getting earlier every-”
He put a hand gently on her shoulder. “You don’t need to worry about it any more, Mrs Adams. We offer a high-quality service. Now, you’ve got somewhere to go this evening, yes?”
“Then you go there, relax, have a nice evening, and then you can come home in the morning and it’ll be all sorted out. Okay?”
She nodded again and climbed into the taxi. He watched her go before turning to his own car and retrieving his equipment from the trunk.
He turned to face the house and took a deep breath. At least it couldn’t be as bad as that time in the furniture store.
He walked up the path and opened the door, closing it carefully behind him as the ornaments and furniture began to jiggle and dance.
His grip tightened around the handle of his suitcase. He really hated poltergeists.
© Kari Fay