Furthermore and in addition to the last post...

[moragmacpherson]

... I'm upstairs again stealing a few minutes of internet access because that goddamn basement is haunted.  I'm the only one down there, and stuff moves around, and not like mice moving it around (although the mice are in fact down there).  Some of the file boxes contain old evidence, including the clothing people were wearing when they died.  In some cases, violently.  This fact didn't freak me out until about twenty minutes ago when a shelf full of glass slides (mostly, once again, the blood samples of long dead clients) which was on the other side of the room and had been contentedly standing there for decades decided to slip and shatter to the ground, and then the whole building groaned, and it took two cigarettes before I stopped shaking.  And I'm a perfectly logical person who doesn't really believe in ghosts, but it's getting a little freaky down there, and for once, I'd kind of like to have Sam Winchester around for reasons other than jumping his bones.

Okay, I'd still jump his bones, but only after he scanned the hell out of the basement with his EMF meter.

Right.  Now I'm insane and I have to go find a medical waste bag and gloves to go clean up the slides.  Sometimes this job sucks.

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[fish_echo]

....um, please don't die from ghosts! it would make me very sad! ...