” It is an abandoned workshop sir , near the outskirts of this town” said Mulew with a queer sadness in his voice.
Mr. M flinched his eyebrows , he was always attentive and now he was interested.
“Is it for sale?”
“Yes sir , but no one wants to take it. I hear it’s half the price currently running in the market.”
” Why does no one take it?” asked Mr.M with a deadly eagerness that betrayed his voice.
” No one speaks of the tragedy that befell that place. No one speaks of the bad omen there. I recently heard people tell that they hear strange voices at night.”
“Get your senses back boy , we are going for hunting , we are going for a deal” grinned Mr.M.
“But sir aren’t you afraid?”
“Oh that! Don’t believe everything they tell. I spread the ghost rumours , it’s just business.”