A/N: This was supposed to be the start of a longer fic but I realized a long time ago that I wouldn't get anywhere with it.
Introduction
"Uh-hu, well that'd be burial desecration, sir… No, I don't do spells, I'm not a witch." The young man was a patient one but he disliked being mistaken for a witch. He had nothing against witches; it was just that exorcism had little to do with witchcraft. Exorcism had involved hitting people on the head with The Bible to convince them that they weren't possessed by a demon and occasionally some actual demon fighting.
Had involved. Once upon a time. Now he just gave advice over the phone.
"If you want an incantation, I can give you an address… No, probably not but if it'd make you feel better." The man on the other line began to sound terrified and desperate. The young man flicked back some of his white locks and listened to him rant and rave. "I'm sorry but that's all I can really do." Honestly, the guy shouldn't have pissed on the grave if he was so scared of ghostly vengeance. "I need you to calm down."
There was a scream on the other end and the line went mute. He put the phone down with a sigh. It was 12:30 AM and his shift was almost over. Just another half an hour and he would be free to go home and study.
The phone on the desk in front of him rang. He picked up and tried not to sound too tired or annoyed.
"Paranormal Hotline, Ryou speaking. How may I help you?"