The shower does little to help him, because as soon as he wakes it seems like the ghost prostitute is the least of his problems.   Within seconds faces and bodies begin to manifest all about him as if he set off a flare letting them all know to come.<br/><br/><strong>"Marcus will you let me through today.."<br/><br/>"Come one boy.. Ill make it worth your while.."<br/><br/>"Listen use..  use gots to do this.."<br/><br/>"Let me leave this world.. please.. I am begging you.."<br/></strong><br/>Within moments the voices and pleas become a droning sound much like the white noise of a signaless TV.  Marcus lets them drown each other out taking the noise and filtering it focusing only on the water.  The flowing hot water streams down his body and down the drain.  His cant help but to form an image of all the ghosts doing the same.  A small satisfied smile slowly creeps across his features.<br/><br/>"oh that would be a good thing indeed..."<br/><br/>His words are a mere whisper that the ghosts ignore anyway.   He finishes the shower and pads to the office in nothing but a towel an still quite soaking wet.  The ghosts follow and it takes all of his will to ignore them and drown them out until he finally reaches his goal.  His iPod.  It powers on quickly and the buds are inserted quickly.  Blaring shrilling screeches of a guitar meets his ears in a drowning bliss.  He looks up and sneers at the ghosts flapping their jaws and thankfully he hears nothing.<br/><br/>With that he sits by the laptops and fires it up.  "Ok lets see if anyone needs a guy who talks to ghosts.."  www.ghostdetective.com (http://www.ghostdetective.com) is ther waiting as he logs in to see if someone needs his services.<br/><br/>