"Hello?" the freelancer called through the darkness.
There was no reply. Just crackling static and the low, deep hum of the empty house appliances. Appliances that probably hadn't been used since the house was first deserted, fifty years ago.
But Michelle was determined to get what she had come for.
"Hello?" she called again, a little louder this time. She sounded braver than she felt. "Is anyone - anything there? I mean no harm. I just want to help."
Still silence. An owl shrilled outside the window. A few more minutes waiting, before Michelle turned around to leave. "Forget it," she mumbled to herself. "Nothing here, this is stupid."
As she reached the door, the locks clinked heavily. She jumped back, terrified, before turning around slowly.
"Hello yourself," the ghost-client leered. "Think you're leaving? I want you to write my short story... and you're not leaving until you do."
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Hi!
I hope the above gives you an idea of my writing style.
Hope to work together!
Warmest,
Michelle