Date: January 22, 2009, Thursday. I am still on vacation, after my trip to Aruba and Venezuela. I am taking a vacation from the vacation, getting rested up, I have until the end of this week and then I go back to work on Monday. When I am at home for my vacation, I love sleeping in. But, today is an exception, I am up early and its 9:30am and I am here sitting at a Starbucks waiting for my client TJ. TJ lives in a new home in West Roseville and her home is haunted. I am preparing the interview process and will be asking TJ a series of questions. TJ has just walked in. With soft brown eyes, she gently extends her hand to shake my hand. TJ has an interesting story to relate to me. She tells