“Sure. It’s haunted,” he replied. He looked hard at me. “Were you in there last night?”
I related my experience.
“That’s queer!” he muttered. “But I ain’t surprised. Last night was the night.”
“What night?” I demanded.
“Ten years ago an old man was murdered in that cabin, and his son swore on his deathbed he’d come back every anniversary and lure somebody into the cabin for the night and torture him.”
He shuddered, his white face staring at the cabin.
“Come away!” he whispered. “Come away! It’s haunted! It’s haunted!”
FELINE
A Whimsical Storiette
By Bruce Grant