“I swear there’s a ghost in there. The bottles start shaking every now and then on their own. Your late-Grandpa is still guarding his bar!”

Steve was terrified of these daily occurrences. His vacation had become nightmarish. More so it happened only when Robby, his buddy, would be away at office during the day. He couldn’t understand why Robby was so calm about it. Didn’t he know what was happening in his own house?

Robby chuckled to himself. Out of fright Steve had taken leave of his senses. Every time the local-train passed by, the bottles shook on its vibration.

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1 comment:

  1. ooh. That was very cute. I liked it. Randy


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