A Valentine’s night to remember

Late on that 14th of February night, on our way back to the car, a sudden blast of icy wind pushed us into the first pub we could find. One beer later, we started noticing odd symbols carved into the table…

then we spot clear signs on the walls: that’s a haunted hotel!

My camera caught something we could only feel — a presence from another world, and a chill draft made us shiver…

When we finally recovered from the shock, I looked down… and my beer had vanished.

Dear ghost: haunting is fine, but stealing my drink is crossing a line.