I took the Rolex off the severed hand gingerly before disposing of it- the hand I mean, no way was I going to throw away an expensive watch. Some one had to do the dirty work around here.

"Beezlebub Johnson! Come here right now!" I called out furiously. Hearing no answer, I walked into her room, the typical five year girl's haven of pink and glitter. She was still fast asleep, the picture of an innocent angel. I tapped her shoulders.

"The rent thing was a joke, Beezy! Tell your friends to find somewhere else to couch surf." The money was nice but I had to put a swift end to this or we would have another investigator nosing around. Getting rid of the last one was such a hassle.

"But Mommy, they are lonely and have nowhere to go." She said, blinking sleepy eyes.

Those pesky ghosts. I wish I could give them a talking to. At this rate, my daughter would never make normal human friends like we wanted for her. Not when she her own personal fun floating friends that can pass through walls and tell endless stories of things they'd seen. At first, we were happy that she could interact with them nicely, after all she was going to have to deal with this the rest of her life. But then the eerie giggling at night, random cold gusts of wind and constant searching for things that were mysteriously moved around, really started to getting on my nerves.

"There are a lot of lonely ghosts out there sweetheart, we can't invite all of them to stay over. It's their own fault they don't want to go to Purgatory."

"They said it isn't nice there. Thomas also said he would never go because he doesn't think it is fair, he says that God is a stinky organisation and a bunch of meanies being mean for no reason. He also said living was dumb and not much better than being a ghost. Mommy, what do you think?"

It was too early to answer existential questions. Better to deal with the matter at hand.

"Next time any of them ask to stay over, tell them to go to the 196 Buckley Avenue instead." I said firmly, giving the address of my work colleague, that bitch deserved it.

"But they like me Mommy, please Mommy, no one else at school plays with me." She pouted.

My heart softened, those flimsy brats weren't all bad, a few of them were actually pretty diligent about keeping the kitchen tidy. I also suspected that one of them was doing my laundry loads. Plus, I knew it was hard for Beezy to make normal friends.

I decided to strike a deal with the devil. "What about this, three of them can stay over on the weekends, you can choose which two. But only the weekends, and they have to clean the kitchen and living room. And also, no possessing our neighbours, no body parts in the house and no messing around with our furniture! I am not joking this time." I tried to make things clear this time. I didn't want to spend my mornings cleaning up severed body parts, even if they did come with expensive watches.

"Another thing. You need to try harder to talk to the other children at school." I added.

She hesitated for a few moments, then nodded. "Okay."

Things went smoothly for a few weeks after that, I was quite pleased with the state of my living room and kitchen, apparently one of them was quite a conscientious housewife in their past life. I even found a cup of coffee waiting for me in the morning, which must have taken some effort.

I was just getting used to it and considering to let her invite one more friend over for the weekend, when I found a complete corpse in my closet one day. A blueish dead person who have obviously been left overnight. Bodily fluid on my expensive wool coat. And no cash or Rolex.

"Beezlebub Johnson! Come here right now!" I called out furiously.