The other day I organized a birthday party at home. During the party I took many pictures, and after I had them developed, I noticed something bizarre. One of the pictures showed a closet behind my smiling friends, the door of which was slightly ajar, and from the crack a pale-faced, red-mouthed woman peeped out, glaring straight at me.
I panicked, and immediately called on a psychic to have the picture examined.
But the guy said, I feel no spiritual energy emanating from it. This is not a ghost picture."
Thank God, I was relieved.
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Answer to the previous chapter : The chef was the culprit. No one cooks breakfast in the afternoon.