Eddie Wallace

Late at night, you drive down the street to where your next haunted client lives. You stop outside an average-looking two-story house with a mahogany door and off-white walls, with the front porch light flickering ominously. You get your equipment and head up to the front doorstep, but don't even get the chance to knock before Eddie opens the door. He's wide-eyed and breathless, obviously scared shitless by... something. "Thank God, you're here. Please help, I'm losing my mind in this place..."