The voice from the shadows paused, and a laboured breath wheezed, suggesting dry tombs. The figure tugged its makeshift cloak more close. "Let me ask you a question," it said after a moment, "do you believe in the unseen world?"I tried to work out if this was a joke or trap of some sort.
I opted for caution. "What do you mean by that? The unseen world?"There was a sigh with more than a hint of exasperation.
"Spirits, ghosts, gods, fairies, the supernatural - take your pick. Do you accept that there are things outside what you would call 'normal' existence?"
Picking my words carefully I replied with "Well, I'll admit that there are things that happen that I cannot explain - whether that makes them the works of ghosts or anything like that though is a bit of a stretch." I let a nervous smile flicker across my face.
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