Hmm A client called me once and said he had a problem and was going a little nuts. First thing I do when I walk into his office. He hands me a fat check. I was like wow what the hell bro, who's after ya? I laughed, he didn't laugh. I could see why. His office had a bunch of good luck charms all around the walls. He's not a Catholic. He says he bought all the lucky charms because his filing cabinet is "haunted". I know most would laugh at him, right? But I once saw three dead people inside a sewing thimble at an antique store. So I ask why do you think the small filing cabinet is haunted? He says every time he opens the fourth drawer, he sees his own face that looks back at him. Then it gets wobbly, and that's when he slams the drawer shut.
I glance around the wall and walk over and take two items down. I ask him, "You got this stuff over in Ashbury, right?" He's surprised, says yeah, how did you know? I reply, was it a gorgeous girl that sold it to you and touched your arm when paid?. And she told you to come again and smile at you. That perfect smile seemed like an eternity, huh? He turned pale and asked, "Have you been following me?" I chuckled, no pal, those two "good luck charms" that I just threw into your wastebasket. Those are Santanic Trackers no reason to explain it to him. Make sure you throw them away today when I leave. I add that your hands are the ones that received, and touched, a demon, and must be the hands that cast them away. I reach into my jacket and hand him a rosary from the Vatican. I have 10000's of them. Tell him to keep on his person, pockets, whatever for a few months until you can smile when you pass a church.
Now I say show me your Ghost in the filing cabinet.
He's scared and points at the fourth drawer down. I squat down and open the fourth drawer. I stay looking at the ghost for a bit and smile. I reach into the drawer and grab it, the client wigs out, literally picks me up and we both fall backwards. I land on his office sofa. He has stumbled onto the floor. I smile, and say come over, sit on the sofa. He does. I show him his Ghost. It's a plastic clear see through transsciprt cover. Every time you opened the drawer, you saw your reflection. As you freaked, you moved the cabinet, and the flimsy plastic cover moved and made your reflection look wobbly. He grabbed the plastic cover, stared at it, shook it gently, and laughed quite a bit. So did I hahah. Before I left, I gave him the fat check back and told him to donate some bucks to St Jude.org.
Clubfoot your filing cabinet post brought this memory ^^ back hahaha