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A story of an old man, trying to unlock the door to his car. He tried and tried, and it just wouldn't work. Was it broken? Broken into...? A mystery.
There was a voice, telling him to look the other way. That voice. He had to be hearing things. A ghost? Couldn't be. Stubborn man that he is, he refused to listen, and tried to figure the situation out. He was pretty sure he had it now, though he couldn't help feeling as though he had forgotten something...
He heard that voice again. It seemed louder and clearer than before. Could it be...?
The old man then heard some foot steps. It was coming closer. He could feel an odd breeze. And suddenly, something touched him, startled him even.
It was at that moment that he finally turned. Oh yeah, now he remembered; that voice belonged to his wife, who was only trying to tell him that his car was actually across the street.
There was a voice, telling him to look the other way. That voice. He had to be hearing things. A ghost? Couldn't be. Stubborn man that he is, he refused to listen, and tried to figure the situation out. He was pretty sure he had it now, though he couldn't help feeling as though he had forgotten something...
He heard that voice again. It seemed louder and clearer than before. Could it be...?
The old man then heard some foot steps. It was coming closer. He could feel an odd breeze. And suddenly, something touched him, startled him even.
It was at that moment that he finally turned. Oh yeah, now he remembered; that voice belonged to his wife, who was only trying to tell him that his car was actually across the street.