The weather was getting colder as the cool gust of winds blew across the land. I tucked my hands in my jacket to fetch my cigarette, and I cupped the flame of the lighter, as it was getting willy-nilly in the air. I puffed my cigarette, as the climate was getting chilly; however, the cigarette warmed my body, with every puff. I was looking around as the street-light covered the secluded road, and after a while I saw a man standing at the premises of the hall. He was a slender man, his face covered with well trimmed beard, and his hairs were thick. He worn a ash coloured trench coat, and black trousers, he was staring at me with his hands slipped inside the pocket of his coat, as the light at the premises were glittering on him. He was staring at me.

There was something bizarre in him; He was some few steps away from me, and I scrubbed the half burnt cigarette on the wall, and threw it in the litter bin, and walked towards him. I was standing opposite to him, and asked, "You need something buddy?" but he didn't reply, I was startled, and I asked again, "Is everything alright buddy?" but there was still a silence, and I could hear the dim voices of the music coming out of the hall. "What you write in the article is it possible?" remarked the man. I exclaimed, "Huh!! What??" The man conversed in stern voice, "Refrain from writing those articles on ghosts." I was tad startled, but I didn't lose my composure, "Hey dude, come inside we will talk." The man yelled, "If you want to write articles on ghosts, then you will have to bear the consequence of your futile action." I have a quality of being patience, but this time I lose my composure, and fired back, "You wanna try me or get the fuck out of here, before I sew your pompous ass." His eyes were like a burning coal, he seemed to be bellicose, and then, he turned his back stepping out of the premises, however, he looked over the shoulder staring at me. I was pestered at him, and I took a jibe on him, "Buzz off, or else I will crinkle you in litter bin." I was ready for an argy-bargy, and then, the man took his eyes off me, and stepped out. I got plucky, to fight that callous man, but later, I was cooled off as he was moving off.

The man disappeared in the dark alley, I was peevish, and it was natural, as I tried to be civil with him, but he fired at me, albeit I am cool but today my Fahrenheit hit over the fence. I sat on the steps of the hall, as the party was still in progress, I pulled my cigarette, and started puffing it, I plopped my head on the wall, looking at the full moon sky and the wispy nimbus clouds covering the huge moon. However, I felt that someone is watching over me, I looked to and fro but there was none, and I resumed puffing my cigarette. The nattering of the night creatures crammed the air, as it grew frosty, I could see the glow worms jittering on the anemone plants, as there was a small garden in the premises. I got up, and threw the dozed off stub in the litter bin, I went inside the hall, to see the people are packing things to retire to their homes. The music was descending, we wished each other good night, I was waiting for the cab to reach home, I thought to go on foot, and then catch a taxi.