Day fifteen is when I arrived in this small town in England. A very beautiful city surrounded by green hills. The villas on the hills look very beautiful. I often have to travel to different cities for work. And so the experience of spending days in different inns in different cities is many. Although I did not say what unemployment is, the income is good. When it comes to making big money, this life as a refugee is nothing compared to that. After being busy at work all day, it becomes necessary to rinse the throat in the evening. So I regularly spent my time at the tavern bar from evening till almost midnight. Sometimes alone or accompanied by a beautiful woman. It is not that the male partner does not join. Stories and drinks go in equal rhythm with them in a happy mood. But spending time and getting to know someone new every day is my passion. I don't like spending time with the same person more than once. Because it gets boring. The excitement that works to get to know someone new doesn't work later. Because then it is known how and what he will talk about. Because it is seen that usually a person talks about his interests. And always talks about the same issue. As someone who likes sports, he always talks about sports. But some may have political preferences, some religious customs, some weather, and some have knowledge of different types of water. So I prefer mixing with different people.
One such evening, when I was in the inn, I saw a man sitting at a corner table with the look of a cowherd nature. The man wears normal clothes, but has a unique hat on his head. The hat looks much like a witch's hat, but not quite. Witches have the shape of a hand, but the upper part is not so long. The color is bright red. I went to that table and sat. The man's age would be between forty and forty-five. He glanced at me and turned his attention back to the drink. I also ordered a drink and started surveying him. From the state of his clothes, it seems that the man may not be a vagabond but a wanderlust. The clothes were stained by the sun from the long journey. Beside him is a small suitcase. Looking at its condition, it can be easily guessed that its financial condition is not so good.
The man narrowed his eyes at me. He seemed to understand what I was surveying in my mind. Is there any business reason behind sitting here with so many empty tables? ', the man asked while looking at the glass. 'The evening freezes only when there is water in hand and an unknown person is with you, I replied. 'And it's better if someone unknown is of a strange nature, isn't it? ' Saying this, the man laughed loudly. 'Everyone you meet seems extremely rude', I gave a small smile. 'They cannot suppress their curiosity and tell the truth. Not everyone is as light-hearted as you. ' I said that means I was able to suppress my curiosity? ' There's a big difference between pretending and being able,' said the man with a light smile. Although it is clearly visible. ' I said, 'Okay, I give up. But now I will ask directly without hiding. If you don't mind. ' I have no objection,' said the man, sipping his drink. I enjoy telling people about myself. Although my profession does not look to the common eye. However, I do the work with great pleasure. ' I said, ' Really? "That's true. If the knowledge and experience gained through my work help, someone. It is not possible to say when and where the danger will come. ' I said, 'Well, but charity. ' The man said, 'Hmmm, some sort of charity. As he thinks. ' Now I said with some annoyance, 'But tell me what you want to say? 'I thought to myself, 'Didn't I fall into the wrong lock this evening? '
The man started saying, 'Believe it or not, I work with things that the people of this world don't want to admit exist. ' I said, 'What do you mean? What is that object? ' The man said, 'Ghosts, ghosts, witches, vampires, Dracula, monsters, genies, whatever you call them, I destroy them. ' I said with surprise, 'You are a ghost hunter? Is something like this even possible? I've heard stories of ghost hunters hunting vampires five hundred years ago. ' I thought to myself, 'The man is a madman, he must be cut off from here quickly. ' He surprised me and said, 'It's not unusual to think I'm crazy. In fact, you are an unbeliever. They are mentioned in all religious texts. But the names are different. Don't think me crazy if you are passionate about your religion. ' I said, 'You mean they really exist. Then prove it. I am a realistic person. There is no room for fantasy in my life. I will accept only if you can provide proof. ' 'Then you want proof,' said the man, making a dismissive sound. It doesn't matter to me. Well, you'll get your proof tomorrow. But for that, I have to give you a treat. ' I raised my eyes and said, 'Sure. Nothing is free in this world. How much will it pay? 'A bottle of whisky,' said the man contemptuously, 'but the order must be made now. And the order will be given to someone who is known to you. "Why? Why do you have to order from the previously known Waiter? "So that he doesn't think you're crazy. "Why would he think I'm crazy? "Because he'll think you're crazy after you tell him what you'll witness tomorrow." ' I did not understand any meaning of these words and without speaking I shouted to my best-known Bayara Monti. There is no point in arguing with the man. It is now clear that he is a committed lunatic. Let's see what he will show me tomorrow. I know very well that something cannot be shown. But let's see the man at the stake. A bottle of whiskey cost nothing. Manti came and took the order and left. Served in a glass after a while.
The reason behind choosing Manti, in this case, is that since I came to this inn, I have met him three times a day. Every time he serves my food. The reason is nothing else than fat tips. I called Monty three more times as the man finished the bottle of whiskey. Once to order dinner, once to give me a glass of wine, and once to pay the bill. The man only drank whiskey, not dinner. Finally, as the man was getting ready to leave the table, I asked for his name, room number, and phone number. Needless to say, the whole thing could be a hoax. Maybe tomorrow he won't show me anything. Made me a fool just to drink for free. The reason behind taking the phone number is that I will use this number after leaving the inn. Even if you can't find him, they will find the man if you file a fraud case with this number to the police. In this case, Monti will testify.
The man said his name was John Hedges. His room number is 256. He gave his phone number and even his permanent address. It is the address of a place in Madrid. Then he said goodbye to me and asked me to come again this time tomorrow evening. I also went back to my room. Let's see what happens tomorrow.
The next evening I went to the table on the previous day and Sat. Then I started waiting. Monty came to my table and went around to ask if I should order anything. I agreed. My brain has to be alert for what the man wants to show me. I don't want to hallucinate anything with alcohol. I never get drunk though. Then there is no telling if the person has the power to hypnotize.
An hour passed, two hours passed, and it was time for dinner. But still, the man was nowhere to be found. Well, I knew it was all a hoax. What I suspected so far, I am now sure of. Being impatient, I went to the reception to take the case. Maybe he was not cheating, maybe he had to go out for some urgent work. And no message was left for me. I went to the reception and asked, 'Does John Hedge, the border of room number 256, is into the room now? ' The receptionist asked me to wait and started checking the list of boarders. Then he said, 'No one lives in room number 256 as John Hedge named. The name of the border in room number 256 is Maurice Phillips. ' I said, 'Then maybe John Hedge is in another room. Please check. ' The receptionist checked again and said, 'Sorry Sir, we don't have any border with this name here. ' I said, 'maybe it was till tomorrow, it's gone today. ' He said, ' In the last ten days no one has come here or left the room. '
I thought to myself, 'Oh well, that means it came from outside. In that case, cheating can be done more easily. I remembered the phone number. I went back to the table while doing that. Now, something needs to be fed, stomach rats are wrestling with hunger. I kept dialing to call Manti to place the order. Every time the number comes 'the number is not available. Manti saw the number and said, 'You are doing wrong, sir. There is one digit less. ' I see Monty is right. What a big ass I am! I didn't notice this little thing. But it is not possible to write one digit less by mistake because I had written the number myself. After writing, I repeated the number of the man and compared it again. 'Perhaps he gave the wrong number on purpose, I thought. But did I know then that the biggest surprise was yet to come for me?
I asked Monty, 'Well Monty, have you ever seen the man who was sitting at this table with me yesterday? Do you know where he lives? ' Manti was startled like a ghost and said to me, 'Which person are you talking about yesterday, Sar? 'I said, 'The one who was talking to me. He was sitting at this table. For which I ordered a whiskey. ' By this time Monti's expression has completely changed. Or looks like I'm a closed-minded maniac. He said in a frightened tone, 'Sir, have you had a little too much to drink today? ' I said in a threatening tone, 'What are you saying? Amit hasn't had a drink yet today. I didn't even eat anything except a glass of water. ' Monti Kapa Kapa said, 'But Sir, yesterday you were sitting alone at this table. No one else was with you. ' I screamed, 'Do you eat two or four pegs while serving the customers? Can't see an aquatic man? And he was with me from evening till night. How many times have you come to us, don't you remember? I'm calling your manager. ' Saying this, I screamed and shouted. Hearing my shout, the manager came. I told him everything. Monty said, 'But sir, you didn't order any whiskey yesterday. ' I said, 'What are you saying? I paid the bill myself. ' Well, sir, I'll check,' said the manager. ' After some time he came and said, 'Sir, Monti is right. Yesterday's bill didn't show the cost of the bottle of whiskey. ' He said this in a tone of contempt. Monty's and the manager's looks showed that they thought I was a madman. Then they both went to work. The feeling is like, 'If you can escape from this madman, you can live. ' Then I looked around. The other people in the bar were staring at me as I screamed. They were observing the matter from a distance. They started laughing at me as I looked. I heard some saying, 'How crazy!!!! '
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