"Um..  I haven't even said a word yet..."  Her voice was soft, melodious, sweet, and had an edge like a person about ready to jump off the Sears Tower.  Yeah I know its called the Willis Tower..  But if youre from Chicago.. its the Sears Tower.<br/><br/>Now dont get me wrong, I know who the woman was saying shut up to..  but, I have become jaded and very much the jag off down through the years of having to listen to the begging whiny obnoxious ghosts..  Hell I had a room full of my own.<br/><br/>"Marcus Called her.."<br/>"She sounds cute.."<br/>"Is that Albert from back in 1989?"<br/>"He sings good.."<br/><br/>I just glared at them.  They moved back when I had that look.  They know I have a power to enter their world where I can indeed throttle them or lock them in a room in the ghost world.  Its a stupid room with stupid rules because its just like going to the pokey for a 24 hour sleep it off.  Granted they come out hurting but at least I can shut them up that long.. or just concede and send them home.  Which I dont want to do thank you very much..<br/><br/>"Ms Hart .. I take it from the horrible rendition of show tunes that you have a haunt...?"  There I go again.. stating the obvious.  Well I suppose someone has to.