Not what it seems

Working as a ghost hunter is very tricky. Anyone that comes in always tells you their problem and you can effortlessly tell them what they want to know, so it's easy to tell an untruth and gain cash. I've been working at 'know your ghost' for a while now, and I haven't had any hardships.
    My home life is pretty basic; not too much goes on and that's how I like it. I stay in a small apartment with my corgi and watch the supernatural on television. I checked my phone for any emails from my boss or anyone in need of getting rid of their ghost and those who are willing to pay extra, and there was this one strange email. I couldn't tell who it was from just their paying price and their address. I have never gone to a customer who was willing to pay so much to get rid of a ghost, but the amount of money they were going to give me was stunning.
    I arrived at the spot and went up to the door and waited for an answer. A man in his late twenties opens the door and welcomes me inside his home. I gazed around the interior of the house as we traveled to the kitchen, he handed me a drink and showed me to the basement. When we get there, a little boy about 11-13 years old sits at a wooden circle table in the middle of the room faced away from the entrance. I take a seat in front of him and take a sip of the drink and grin. On the table sat a ghostbuster like vacuum, similar to the one I had and a lit candle that barely lit up the room. The little boy introduced himself as Harold and asked me if I was a real ghostbuster and could I help him, as I replied I stared in his eyes and said I'll do my best and placed my hands on the vacuum and glared at it for a while. Harold didn't tell me anything about what type of ghost it was, so I didn't know what I was achieving. I look back at him and he automatically tells me he sees a ghostly woman-like figure standing behind me. I stared at the child and asked if there was any salt in the basement, but there wasn't anything there. I slowly rose up and glared into the mirror behind the small child; my heart dropped as the figure touched my shoulder and the talons grazed my coat