Three passengers took the comfort of Mercedes.
After a while,
“Forgive me but, could you tell what we’re waiting for..?” she asked the driver.
“Apparently for the other one who left the car…”
“No offense but, he looks a bit sane than you…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no other than us in this car.”
He bet to see any hint of laughter in her expressions but there were none for a while.
“You never saw anyone. An elder man with a gray suit talking to me..”
“No, I thought you were on a call.”
He looked around to observe the situation,
“The book…” He said in relief, “It’s real and he brought it.”
“You sure he bought it..?”
“Enough of this stupidity… I don’t care if he’s real or not. Let us go…”
But he never left the ‘idea of ghost’. Until now, he felt the comfort of a sole creation of tricks transformed into enticing stories. It was a rather frustrating for him to be an actor than a writer. He says that supernatural forces are too comical to be true. Though it contradicts his consciousness, he tried to convince himself of having hallucinations
Meanwhile, she typed on his iPhone…
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