Author Belinda Frisch has been lucky enough to land an exclusive interview with Seth Gabriel, star of Ghosts of Demons Past! This is reblogged from her site. Seth does his best to be a pain in the ass but she gives it right back; a worthy adversary for the tequila drinking medium. Enjoy!
I'm fortunate enough to have landed an exclusive interview with medium Seth Gabriel.
Welcome,
Seth. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy ghost-elimination
schedule to talk to me about your business, your love life, and your
"gift".
You’re the man behind SG Cleaning Services, definitely not a conventional
housekeeping service. Tell us about what you do.
If you’re
looking for someone to vacuum, or shampoo your carpets, I ain’t your dude. I don’t do dishes, I don’t do windows, I don’t
mop floors, and I sure as hell don’t scrub toilets. But, if you hear creepy noises in the
house? Noises you can’t explain? Feel like someone’s watching you, but
nobody’s there? Have the chills and
goosebumps for no good reason? Maybe you
wake up and all the cabinets in the kitchen are open? Could be the window you know you just closed
is open when you come back in the room, or a book falls off the shelf all on
its own. Now THAT I can help you with,
‘cause chances are, you’ve got a ghost. I
don’t deal in house cleaning, but I do deal in ghosts. I come in and I get rid of them, simple as
that. Backed up by my money back
guarantee of course. I’ll even hook you
up with references! Hey, you wouldn’t
happen to have some Hornitos by any chance, would you? You know, to calm my nerves? I’m not used to being interviewed.
Rumor has it, you need to lay off the hooch. *hands over a Coke
Not
everyone understands or believes in your abilities. Even your son takes heat at
school for his dad’s wacky profession. SG Cleaning Services certainly isn’t
easy on you. Why not get a more conventional job?
Guess that’s a
no on the tequila. Probably for the
best. Trying to cut down anyway. So, why not a more conventional job?
Been there, done that, never panned out. I didn’t graduate high school
because of
some…stuff that went down when I was in my late teens so it’s not like a
cushy career in a climate
controlled office is in the cards for me.
Ghosts are what I’m good at. It’s
what I DO. Besides, it pays the
bills. Mostly. Sometimes.
How about a beer?
Still no.
You
see dead people, right? Are you afraid that your “gift” might have passed to
your son? What if it has?
Hey! How’d you know that? Oh, my
‘tell all’ book. I’m not comfortable sharing my secret but
hell, I’ve seen the sales numbers. It’s
not like my skills are going to be worldwide news any time soon. Mitch
is a good kid. Better than I deserve. But no, I’m not worried about
him inheriting
anything except for my shitty trailer.
That is, until you brought it up.
Now I’m worried about it. Man, I
really wouldn’t mind that beer right about now.
This guy's relentless. Focus, Seth. You can hit the bar as soon as we're done.
Mixing
with spirits takes a toll on your body, but there’s something worse. Tell us
about the demon. Any guesses why this particular nasty keeps popping into your
life?
Who knows? Maybe I killed a busload of nuns in another
life and this is karma’s way of stepping on my neck. Or it could just be my shit luck. Can we talk about something else?
Ignoring the problem isn't
going to make it go away. With a demon on your tail and the word out
about you and a certain hooker, you might want to explore this, before
it crops up again and makes a mess. You have people to take care of.
This demon tends to get personal.
I
won’t sugar coat your track record with women. You’re divorced, and exploring a
new relationship with a ‘working girl’. Tell us about Jamie. Do you think she’s
‘the one’?
Don’t go getting
any ideas. I saw you scoping out my ass
on the way in here. Can’t blame
you. It’s one of my nicer features. You’re cute and all, don’t get me wrong, but
I’m a one woman kinda guy. How’s that
for an answer?
Busted.
Tell
us about your most difficult case.
Adult store in
Bordentown. Not going to say which
one. Legal stuff. I’m good like that. Anyway, the owner went in to open up one
morning and ‘merchandise’ had been tossed all over the joint. At first he thought it was a break in but
there was no sign of forced entry. The
locks weren’t jimmied, none of the windows were broken, and he had the sole key. My gut told me there was something
lingering around the place as soon as I set foot through the door, but he
insisted on showing me the security footage, so I watched it with him. We saw toys, DVDs, anything that wasn’t nailed
down, being hurled every which way…by themselves. Tape doesn’t lie, and it proved what I’d
already figured out: he had Geist (those
are the more interactive, pissed off ghosts) activity. I spent that entire night dodging dildos,
vibrators, and triple ripple butt plugs before convincing the bugger to
vamoose. I barely got the job done with
my ass intact. Literally. I felt violated. So I charged him extra.
I heard a slightly different story but hey, a medium has to have his secrets ;-)
What’s
next for Seth Gabriel?
I have no idea. Since you won’t get me that beer, I may just
have to go to Veronica’s and buy my own.
Or I could stop at Homer’s A Real American Gyro for a Gyro to Die
For. Maybe I’ll get laid. Hell, I could do all three, right? It’s a free country.
Homer's a saint for feeding
you and putting you up in that tiny office of yours, even if it's only
to play XBox. That ass you're so proud of isn't going to stay so firm if
you don't expand your palate to something other than gyros and tequila.
Empty calories, Seth. How about one of your famous breakfast plates? I
hear the landlady has spare bacon.
