Dave packed up his case. He was ready to be done with the work day and to go home for a nice meal. His stomach growled as he grabbed his rock salt, black sharpies, rifle… but looking around on the floor of the commercial building, he couldn’t find his holy water. The little crystal bottle was nowhere to be seen.
He must have left it in the office he had exorcised earlier that afternoon. The office that was now covered in bright smelly ectoplasm. Sighing deeply, Dave stood up. He wished he could come get it later, but he needed it for his next job, at 3 am the next morning. His wife’s squirrel pie would have to wait.
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