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Ghost infestations, in general, are a secret to everybody.
But every once in a while, either due to domestic disturbance, an unexpected power-surge, or some other odd what-have-you, one of Titan City's many hauntings manages to put itself on the map of those that make it their job to do something about it.
Take, for example, the little-known case of the haunting at two twenty-one Baker Street, by the riverside, where, in a towering, gothic monstrosity of a building, a series of ghosts decided that they would run rampant, terrorizing the occupants, disturbing the peace, and forcing the building's owner and his family out of their lofty penthouse on the twenty-second floor. Now, from the outside, mind you, that didn't look like very much. Even in the news, it seemed somewhat insignificant, considering that those that escaped the building looked rather silly shouting the word "ghost" in front of a television camera ten times over the course of thirty seconds, but for those that knew better, there was a potential problem that needed a bit of dealing with.
And so, in front of two twenty-one Baker Street stood one Connor Gateman, the current Wicket Door, along with his ghostly cat, his ghostly rat, and two of his ghostly neighbors, Mister Harrison and Mrs. Forcible, whom, supposedly, were helping.
"Do you think that I'm going to be the only one here?" Connor asked no one in particular, looking down at his two familiars, whom he did not expect to provide an answer (at least not one that was intelligible).
"Well I should hope not, for your own sake," said Mister Harrison who floated idly in the air, legs crossed, knitting what seemed to amount to a scarf.
"Though on the other hand, it would be quite entertaining to see you try all by yourself," said Mrs. Forcible, not missing a beat, who reclined in the air in a similar manner, sipping a cup of tea from a tray.
"Well, it's good to know that I'm awash in help already," Connor said with a sigh, looking up and down the street as he looked for anyone that potentially looked like they knew what they were doing.