At this point, it might be too soon to say that what we're dealing with are actually ghosts, or some other sort of apparition. The owners of this 1,200 sq ft. coffee shop in Lincoln Park claim that sometimes lights switch on and off after 9, but only a handful of them have seen it happen. They called us, incredulous as you'd expect, and started the same conversation I've heard a thousand times: You're never going to believe this... But we do believe it. We've heard it all before: My refrigerator is haunted. There's a ghost in my attic. My son can't sleep, when the lights go out, Indians appear in his bedroom and scream at him. We know.
So we're not surprised when this cozy java house calls us saying they always feel like someone is watching them. Most of the time, it's something low maintenance like poltergeists or banshees, but occasionally you'll get a full scale spirit dorm and you've got a real project on your hands. I wouldn't call us Ghost Busters or Ghost Hunters per se, but we definitely hunt, and we absolutely bust ghosts. Unfortunately both of those names are copyrighted so we went with Spectral Intelligence and Neurophysical Engineers, or SINEs for short. It took some time, but I think we made the acronym work.
microfiction by jeremy s. griffin