Yes, I've finally moved to a neighborhood that specifically ghostproof.

The entire street is surrounded by a protection spell.

Every house has salt mixed into the pain around the doorways, and there's a filtration system

that pumps burning sage into every property at hourly intervals.

There's even a security guard who doubles as a trained exorcist.

It's absolutely perfect.

Ever since that was a small boy of 23, I've been hurried by ghosts.

Rideless horsemen chasing me, pale girls crawling out of my TV are Koo Olivia.

Spirits born in the grip of a powerful rage, the list just goes on.

And I've never found a way to be safe.

But now, at number 13, Ghostbusters Street, I've finally got a home where I'm no longer

at risk of anything at all.

Ah, the postman.

Not some spectral hag peering through my letterbox look I'm used to.

Ooh, a pamphlet.

Ah, let's see what it says.

Every night, local police departments across America receive hundreds of calls from burglar

alarms.

The vast majority of the time, they have no idea whether the alarm is real.

Is there really a crime going on or not?

All the alarm company can tell them is the motion sensor went off.

Simply safe home security is different.

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