The Witch's Bottle
Casper's eyes glazed over, still baring his teeth, like a wolf ready to pounce.
Keegs yelled up the stairway. "They want us back inside, forthwith! We gotta go! Most ricky-tick, Kelly!"
"Goodnight, my lord." I didn't know much about witchery but I was definitely fluent in sarcasm. I made my descent away from the lonely porch lamp which flickered with every step.
"It was very good to see you again, Senior Corporal," Casper shouted after me. "And thank you for your concern for my wife, and the pleasantry of your visit! I will see you soon!"
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