“He is there… I saw him…he was looking down at us.”
“Don’t try…..I am not in a mood for jokes.”
“Look at that window on second floor…corner room…he is still there… behind the curtain.”
I tried, but I could find no one, “You are scared of him even when he is…..”Somehow I could not utter the word.
“I had warned you but you wouldn’t ….you….I isn’t scared of him, I am scared of you…..’
Perhaps he was right. I was in no mood to share the booty with anyone.
“Happy new year.”
The husky voice sent shivers down our spines.
********A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.