“Our suits are identical, but I’m not spewing fire. You look all set to win the Best Costume Award.”
“May the best ghost win!” I tried to be congenial, but wondered why was this guy not getting unnerved.
“Hey! Shall we put up a performance together?”
“That sounds good. Would you like to have a rehearsal?”
“Letz do it……”
Some bravado! He will know only in the final act, that I’m not wearing a Halloween suit. I’m real.
Next morning, dead bodies were strewn all over the place. It was reported as an electrical mishap. Nobody knew who spewed fire.