Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 129

Chapter 129: A hungry ghost.

Phoebe had been pushed out of the kitchen by her grandmother because her talents were best suited doing her normal job. Rather than watching her burn down the kitchen, it was best for her to stay as far as possible from it. With the ghosts and grandma Mayfair doing all the work anyway, she was not that necessary.

At the moment, she was listening to a worried mother that kept slapping her adult son on the head while explaining their troubles.

The gown sullen man in a suit that was wearing his company identification card around his neck clearly didn’t want to be there and he was very embarrassed.

“So, your son is obsessed with his dead ex-girlfriend.” Phoebe said calmly.

The mother shook her head. “It has been five years since she died, five years!!!” she shouted and groaned loudly, expressing her frustrations. “Five years and he has not yet moved on. His house is like a shrine to her, he has pictures of her everywhere and last week he had one of those life like dolls made. Do you know how freaky it is when he refers to her as his wife and my daughter-in-law? You need to help me little shaman, he has lost his mind.”

Phoebe looked at the man and sighed. This sounded like a matter for a psychiatrist, not her. What was she supposed to do when it was not a case of haunting. The dead ex girlfriend was not hovering around him.

“Tell them to return tomorrow for a potion that breaks obsessions like his. He must have made some kind of vow to her that is tying them together so he cannot move on.” The Saxon spirit told her. “Young people are so foolish and they do not measure their words or consider the consequences of vows on the conscience. They can haunt you and drive you insane.”

Phoebe shook a few bells and pretended to communicate with an unseen spirit.

“Please come back tomorrow for medicine that ends obsession like his. When you get home, take everything that belonged to his ex girlfriend and burn it.”

The mother was uncertain and she frowned.

“That’s it?” she questioned.

Phoebe nodded. “If my solution does not work i recommend a psychiatrist. Your son’s ex girlfriend’s ghost is not in the realm of the living anymore. If you cannot pick up the medicine, we can deliver it to you as long as you pay in advance.”

The woman touched her bag and she clutched it nervously like someone was about to snatch it out of her hands and pull cash out directly.

“I will come in person.”

Phoebe shrugged. The woman left and another client walked in, a human client. Right off the bat, Phoebe could tell that it was a wealthy woman. She was old, around the age of grandma Mayfair and she carried herself in a dignified way. It was a little surprising to see a wealthy client come in without covering up and hiding.

“Hello, how can i help you today?” Phoebe addressed her politely.

The old woman didn’t say a word and simply took a white paper out of her purse. She opened it and handed it to Phoebe, it had a name, a date of birth and time.

“Tell me about his marriage fate, i need to know everything you say.”

She placed an envelope on the table that was fat, filled with cash. Before reading the marriage fate, Phoebe took the cash of enveloped and flipped through the notes. Brand new with the smell she liked. Perhaps word had gone around that she preferred new notes but lately her clients mostly brought her new notes.

She looked at the details of the individual on the paper and shook her bells to give off the image of a real shaman.

“He is already married.” The Saxon spirit shared.

Phoebe put down the bells and extended the paper to the older woman. “He is already married.”

The woman’s face tightened and she slapped the table.

“Are you sure?”

Phoebe nodded.

“He has been married for three years and has two sons. If he remarries, the woman will die.” The Saxon spirit added.

Phoebe relayed the same words to the old woman and her face darkened even more. She stood up and walked out of the office, offering no explanation whatsoever.

The Saxon spirit smacked her lips. “I guess she has a daughter or granddaughter that is being swindled by a jerk.”

It put away the money, sending it into the magical space.

“We are going to have to hire another worker, servers. Expansion of the menu and the sudden influx of more customers who have decided to ignore the whispers of ghosts roaming around in the cafe will take a toll on your grandmother and Rosette.”

“I will put up a help wanted outside.”

The door opened and Rosette peeked in. “Aah, boss, we have a small problem out here. A ghost related problem that you need to come and look at.”

Phoebe used her human legs to walk out of her office while the Saxon spirit vanished, going ahead of her. The cafe was partially empty now and someone, probably Rosette had already put up a closed sign.

Only ghost clients had remained and all of them were sitting to one side, avoiding the one ghost that had gathered all of the food and drinks served to the other ghosts.

This ghost was quite unusual and almost ominous with the way it was growling. Phoebe was not afraid of it however because it was not malicious or evil. Her cafe was protected from such ghosts.

“He has been eating and gobbling everything up like a starving zombie. I can barely get him to talk to me and every time i go close to him, he growls.” Rosette shared. “Oh, he is also a special client because he is wearing a soldier’s uniform according to Hellene, one of the regulars.”

The regulars was the term used for ghosts that came by often to eat even though they were not ready to move on. Phoebe always received energy as long as their stomachs were satisfied.

They had a work computer on the counter which Rosette rotated for Phoebe to take a look.

“This is the uniform, according to the internet it was worn by soldiers that served in the year 1700’s. If this is really a soldier from that time then he is the oldest ghost we have ever dealt with.”

“Wow, i was not even born yet. A soldier from the 1700’s, my God, when you work here you see everything.” Grandma Mayfair gushed.

She was seeing the ghost through normal seeing glasses which the Saxon spirit had enchanted. She didn’t like the sunglasses and she had complained about them making her look like an owl.

“Boss, what do we do?” Rosette asked.

Phoebe looked at the ghost whose growling was becoming louder as the food in front of it started to diminish.

“He is a hungry ghost that has probably recently escaped from where he was buried. We should keep feeding him until he is full and then we can ask for answers.”

She sighed and stretched her arms, feeding a hungry ghost was no walk in the park. She had dealt with one before in Magic city and spent sixty thousand dollars on food before it moved on.

“It’s going to be a long day for us boss.” Rosette sighed.