There's a ghost in all of us

All caught up.

And that's it you are all caught up with my most memorable experiences. And ever since, I have not stopped with the ghost hunting. after high school I thought about perssuing a career in Ghost hunting and looked for a course for college and University but they didn't have a course for something that is based on peoples beliefs. So I am doing performing arts which I enjoy.

The time is 7 o'clock and I have just come back from a long day at university and Shelly was sat on the chair in between two people in black suits. "What's going on?" I ask. "Miss Phillips can we have a word in private please?" One of them say as they both stand up. "Sure, erm we can take this into the kitchen." I say. All three of us then go into the kitchen. "We are taking Shelly from you and putting her into a care home." Says one of the people.  "Excuse me?" "We just don't think she is fit to live here anymore." The other one says. "Who called you to say this?" I ask. "Her teacher has noticed a difference in Shelly since you became her guardian, we are taking her tonight and you can see her tomorrow for your final goodbye." Says the first one. "But you can't do that." I say, trying to stay calm. "We can and we will Miss. Phillips. She needs a proper up bringing with a mother and a father not a ghost freak sister." Says the second one. "What did you just say?" I ask with a slight bit of aggression. "We have read your history and the newspaper article on you and we just don't think you are mentally stable to be taking care of her." Says the first one. They then leave the kitchen and back yo Shelly. "Say goodbye to CJ Shelly." Says the first one, taking Shelly's hand and walking out of the door before she even got chance to say goodbye.

As she left I stood in the middle of my room and said nothing the only sound was the ticking of my clock. I don't know how long I was stood there for but it seemed like a life time, but that ticking, that god damn ticking grew louder and louder until it was deafening and I let out a scream of almighty rage and began to trash the place with everything I had, breaking the TV, smashing mirrors and throwing the coffee table out of the window on to the street below. Out of breath and still angry at myself for just letting her walk out I grabbed my keys and I left.

Two hours later, I find myself at a bar on the Vegas strip, I don't know what I was drinking but whatever it was it was working. I was sat at the bar staring down at my drink with tears in my eyes. I grasp the glass and begin to drink the pint in one sitting. "Woah, someone can hold their drinks." Came a voice from behind me. I put my glass down on the bar then laugh slightly. "Only when I'm stressed and need to." I say, not even bothering to turn around. "You look like you need another one may I sit?" He asks. "Sure." I reply. He sits down and orders two of what I was drinking. I then look at him. He had dark hair, blue eyes and he was wearing all black, he was not too muscle but he wasn't too feeble either. And he had the cutest of smile. "Thank you." I say. "What for sweetheart?" He asks. I look at him with a smile, smiling at the fact he called me sweetheart. "For coming over." I say. "You looked a little sad and in need of company." He says. "Well, I'll give you this, you are a very observant man." I say. "Well I do try..." The bar tender comes back with the drinks. "...Thank you." He says. He passes me a drink. "Thank you. I'm CJ by the way." I say, introducing myself. "I'm Zak. It's nice to meet you CJ. So you don't have to tell me but maybe we could talk about why you look so down." Zak says. I take a deep breath. "With my recent situation with University and... My hobby. I come home to my sister sat in between social services and they take her away from me." I say, I look back down at my glass. "What about your parents didn't they try and stop them from taking her?" Zak asks. "They... They died, it was just me and my sister, now, it's just me." I say. Zak looks down at the bar. "I'm sorry." He apologises. "Nah don't be, if my Dad hadn't died then I wouldn't have pursued a career in ghost hunting." I say. Zak's head turns sharply in my direction. "What did you just say?" He asks. "I'm a ghost hunter when I'm not in University." I repeat myself. "Are you shitting me right now?" "Why? What's wrong with ghost hunting?" I ask. "Nothing I'm a ghost hunter." Zak says. "Wait hold on... Now I know who you are. You're Zak Bagans from Ghost Adventures." I say. "That's right you've seen the show then?" He asks. "I watch it all the time. I love your work. I'm going to tell you something it may be slightly too forward if it is please forgive me. When I've watched ghost Adventures with my friend they are all like 'Oh he's so hot' or 'I wouldn't kick him out on a Sunday morning'..." Zak smiles. "...Sorry. But not me. I say to them that... I would want to work with you." I say. "Is that you asking?" Zak asks. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking." I say. "Not at all, I love meeting new investigators, it should be fun." Zak says. I rise my glass. "To, meeting new people." I say. "To meeting new people." Zak says with a smile. We cheers and the rest of that night goes blurry.