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This Is My Story
by The Ghost Hunter

Part one of a multi-series story that will chronicle the life of our top consultant, The Ghost Hunter.

As far back as I can recall the word paranormal was a great way to describe my life. Even before I took up an interest in ghosts, joining the Haunted Hamilton family, spirits have been calling me. It's been almost as if a phone was ringing in my head, being called upon to take on the tasks that are passed to me by those who have moved on.

Why do they come back from the land of the dead?

I've asked that question many times, directing it back to those who would bother my mind. No answer ever comes, this being one of the many unfair rules of the game that is my life. They can ask me unlimited questions and favors till I'm blue in the face, but I am never allowed to pose a question back at them. I'm barred from ever knowing the truth.

Today is my birthday. Not the day of my physical birth. No, this is the 15th anniversary of my birth into the spectral world. Fifteen years since my wanted poster was put up on their telephone pole. Since I became the servant to beings that torment me day and night filling my brain with the constant chats of a ghost information superhighway.

As a side-note, it's because of this that you will never see my handle as a member in Haunted Hamilton chat room talks. I can't stand the thought of doing the very thing that I feel the spirits are doing to drive me insane.

Fifteen years later I'm no better off for the noise. However I am much wiser now then the day it started and I've had many adventures lead by the invisible hands of the dead, for the good of their family and friends.

I've seen many crying faces, angry looks, mocking laughs. I've had doors slammed in my face, phone connections ended abruptly, and even a knife thrown at me by a nice old lady, with surprising skill. Evidence of the knife still bares witness upon my arm, reminding me everyday the dangers that I face with the job that was chosen for me.

I am a traveler and have done much good. However, there can be no good without the bad and I've had a lot of that too. Everything from knives (see above), death threats (kind of ironic) to punches thrown. But after all this, I still push on.

I'm ready now to sit down and type out all my stories. Haunted Hamilton has been gracious enough to give me a forum and audience to bare witness, for that I am ever grateful.

I was a bit perturbed however to see that my life will be filed under fiction. It took me some time to understand the reasoning, but now I understand that the leaders of HH have never met me, don't know my voice or even my real name. As well, after they read my life, fiction will be the only word to explain it.

With that said, I'm now ready to move on to my first story. It is an account of the beginning that will remain short and sweet, just how I see it after all these years with the noise.

Maybe at the end of the confessions all of you readers will be able to tell me why I've been chosen, a fact I have no idea of.

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Note from HH: This is how the first e-mail ended. We expect to hopefully hear from The Ghost Hunter soon.

** graphic of Fred Flintstone and the Great Gazoo provided by TGH

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