Willie’s place is haunted. Or so I like to say to freak him out.
There’s a wooden wardrobe in the bedroom that the last tenant must’ve decided to leave behind. He was looking through the drawers hoping to find something interesting, and pulled out… an old passport.
Although it was in Chinese and we couldn’t read it, it had obviously expired long ago. The girl who it belonged to would be a few years older than us now and the picture showed her as a young child.
Willie become especially distraught when I mentioned the haunted idea, I didn’t expect anything like that from him. Lack of scepticism – I’ve found a new weakness! Now I can just paint the whole place pink and say the ghost told me to.
Granted the photo did look rather eerie, but who wouldn’t in a faded passport photo? They don’t let you smile in those things.