8 months later

I had my grip hard on the window sill to prevent myself from
falling down "Don't stare down Keira, you'll only freak out" I muttered to
myself but still, I stared down. Eight storeys high, what was I thinking?! I let
Jennie take the easy way - the stairs!

I groaned as I unleashed the hammer from my belt "Here goes
nothing" I said to myself and slammed the hammer on the glass window on the
eighth floor and shoved myself inside the apartment. I held the thick iron
chains tightly - it's believed that iron affects ghosts badly when touched.

"Keira look out!" I heard Jen as she pushed me and I impact
with the floor. Above me, a dark figure swoops in circles near the ceiling.

"Oh this one is not getting away" Jennie held her iron chains
in front of her. I got up and did the same. After a high-pitched growl, the
dark figure dashed toward us but we were ready with our chants, iron and ghost
jar to summon the ghost and vanish it forever from this world, just like the
other ghosts that had tried to mess with us and our clients. Yes we have lost a
few times but we are the most respected team of our agency and when we get up
every morning and our feet touch the floor, even the biggest of the devils say "Shit,
they're up"

The end...