The supernatural is a hoax made for entertainment – at least that’s what many believe. Glen Stuart is one of the few who think otherwise, and it’s because he can see what shouldn’t be seen. He has what’s called a third eye.

Ghosts, monsters that shouldn’t exist, supernatural phenomena, he has personally witnessed them all. However, it was by no means a blessing. Having no one to share his experiences, being isolated due to his strange perspective, it felt more like a curse than anything. If possible, he wanted to get rid of it.

He has visited countless “supernatural experts” in hopes of putting an end to his suffering. Unfortunately, they ended up being frauds that treated him like everyone else – a child stuck in his own fantasy. Maybe he truly was mentally ill? Ah, he no longer knew.

Today he came to visit another occult detective. This will be the last, and if it plays out like the rest he will give up. He will accept his distorted reality. He will live the rest of his life watching the world through a twisted lens. Perhaps he can ask a psychiatrist for help again? Maybe this time it will help.

Heaving a sigh, he opened the door to the occult detective’s office. His body seemed to grow heavier for every step he took. His stomach churned at the inevitable outcome he already expected. He was afraid. But this has to end today.

“Welcome to Sylvia’s Spirit Consultation Office. How may I help you?” said the woman who was most likely the occult detective. She was the only person there after all.

She was a black-haired woman whose beauty eclipsed everything he has seen before. Her eyes shone with bluish radiance, her figure was tall and slender like an ethereal goddess. She was anything but ordinary, but she didn't look like an occult detective at all. She’s a fraud, isn’t she?

She’s one of those people who use their appearance to scam people. Well, he has nothing left to lose so might as well see what she can do. “I want to ask about something.” He took a seat and continued. “I can see ghosts and I was wondering if there’s a way to make me stop seeing them.” He observed her expression and immediately knew it was over.

It starts with surprise, followed by disbelief, and then finally ridicule. The moment the woman went to the first phase, Glen lost all hope. With a sullen look, he waited for his verdict.

“Hmm,” the woman raised a finger and a blue orb of light appeared. “Can you see this?” He didn’t say anything but his reaction told her what she needed to know. “What about this?” A nearly transparent layer of light covered the orb.

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“Y- Yes?” he unconsciously muttered. Wait, was he seeing what he thinks he was seeing?

“Oh, you have natural mystic eyes.” The orb disappeared as she retracted her finger. “What type of seal do you want? Permanent or temporary? A permanent seal costs $10,000. The temporary one costs $300 per month. I suggest permanent.”

He stared at her for a while, unable to process what just happened. “Since you’re my first client I’ll give you a discount. I’ll seal your mystic eyes permanently for $9,500. What do you say?”

He didn’t respond so she added “I can’t go any lower than that. If you can’t afford it then you’ll have to go with a temporary solution. I’ll give you the first month for $100. The succeeding months you have to pay $300.”

…

This doesn’t look good. Is the price too much for him? I’m already going lower than the standard price. I can’t go any lower. Looks like my first deal will end up as a failure. I’m running out of money too. I guess I’ll accept the commission from the Ainsworth family. “Sir, if you don’t have the money you-”

“I’ll pay for the temporary seal!” The initially lifeless client suddenly exploded with vigor. “Do I have to pay now or after I get the seal?”

“You can pay after. But do keep in mind I can easily destroy everything I create. If you run away without paying, I’ll immediately break the seal and you’ll be banned from entering my office till the day you die.”

“I’ll pay! I’ll pay!”

“Good, then please lean forward so I can touch your face.” The young man eagerly did as he was told. “Now close your eyes. I’ll tell you when I’m done.” Once they were closed, I imbued my fingers with spiritual energy and drew an array on his eyelids. It only took a couple of strokes before his mystic eyes were sealed.

“You can open your eyes now.”

I raised a finger and created an orb of spiritual energy. “Can you see this?” He stared at my finger like it was his mortal enemy for a few seconds and happily said “no”. He started thanking me moments later.

“No problem.”

He sent the payment directly to my bank account. But what I received wasn’t quite what I expected. “Sir, you sent $300?” I told him it was only $100 for the first month, right? “I’ll send back the extra-”

“No need, I sent $300 on purpose. You’ve done me a big favor, a really big favor! I can’t even explain how much this means to me. It wouldn’t feel right if I paid you any less than that. Please, don’t return it.”

“Okay,” if that’s what you want. “If you have any other concern, feel free to tell me.”

“I can’t think of anything at the moment, but something may come up later so… can I get your contact number?” He asked sheepishly.

“Sure,” I grabbed a business card from my desk and handed it to him. “My email is also there.”

He scanned the card and mentioned “ma’am Sylvia,” which made me cringe. “Drop the ma’am, it makes me sound old.” I’m only 23 years old. “Sylvia is fine, or Miss Doxon if you want to be formal. I’m not into the formal stuff though.”

“Sylvia it is,” he rose from his seat. “Thank you for the everything, Sylvia. Really, thank you so much! I’ll see you again next month, or maybe I'll drop by sooner if I have a question?” He left while smiling from ear to ear.

I opened my bank account through my mobile device and checked the name of my client. “Glen Stuart, huh?” I wonder if he knows there are people out there who would kill to get eyes like his. Hmm, probably not.