Title: Haunting Hotline

Chapter 1: The Ghost and the Smartphone

The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the dusty blinds of my makeshift office. I groggily reached for my cup of coffee and took a sip, trying to prepare myself mentally for another day of otherworldly tech support. My phone buzzed, and the screen displayed a cryptic number I recognized all too well: 666-1313. My heart skipped a beat, and I answered the call.

"Hello, Haunting Hotline, how may I assist you today?" I said, putting on my most professional tone.

The voice on the other end was hushed and ghostly. "Uh, yes, hello. I'm having some trouble with my smartphone. It keeps glitching, and I can't access my social media accounts. How am I supposed to keep up with my followers?"

I suppressed a groan. This was Lady Annabelle, a ghost from the 1800s who had become obsessed with modern technology – particularly Instagram, where she delighted in sharing her haunting escapades with her surprisingly large following.

Chapter 2: The Vampire and the Dating App

As the day wore on, I received a text message from a regular client, Vlad – an ancient vampire who had recently discovered the world of online dating. As the sun dipped below the horizon, he eagerly prowled dating apps in search of his next meal... or, more often than not, someone to keep him company during the lonely nights.

Vlad: "I can't seem to get any matches. Is there something wrong with my profile?"

Me: "Have you tried uploading a more recent photo? Maybe something taken outside of your coffin?"

Vlad: "Ah, perhaps that's it. How do I change the photo again?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples, and proceeded to guide him through the process of updating his profile.

Chapter 3: The Werewolf and the Fitness Tracker

The full moon was approaching, and my phone rang off the hook as lycanthropes from all over sought my help. One particularly anxious werewolf named Luna wanted to use a fitness tracker to monitor her heart rate and exercise levels during her transformations.

"Listen, Luna, I know you're excited about tracking your progress, but remember that fitness trackers aren't designed for werewolves," I warned her. "The band might not fit when you transform, and even if it does, the data might not be accurate."

Luna huffed in frustration, but reluctantly agreed to heed my advice.

Chapter 4: The Mummy and the GPS

My final call of the day came from an ancient Egyptian mummy, Ramose, who had recently been awakened from his tomb. Despite his impressive age, Ramose was eager to explore the modern world – and that included mastering the art of GPS navigation.

"I'm trying to find the nearest museum," he rasped, his voice dry and brittle, "but the GPS keeps leading me in circles."

After several attempts to troubleshoot the issue, I realized the problem: Ramose was still wrapped in his burial shroud, which was blocking the GPS signal. I gently suggested he remove some of the bandages around his head, and soon enough, he was on his way to the museum, leaving me to wrap up another day of paranormal pandemonium.

Despite the frustrations and dangers of my job, there was never a dull moment at the Haunting Hotline. And as I locked up the office for the night, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. After all, how many people could say they helped ancient supernatural beings adapt to the modern world?