AweekendwithSebastian
Aweekendoftwoyearsago,Iwenttooneofmyfriend'shome,forhehadinvitedme.HisnameisGeorgeCarltonwhoisawriterofdetective.Georgeshowedmetotheguestroomwhichhesaidwasrarelyused.Therewasnothingbutabed,adeskwithtwodrawersandacupboard.Hewenttodownstairsandtoldmetohavedinnerafterunpackmyclothes.AfterIhadstackedmyshirtsandunderclothesintwpemptydrawers.IdesiredtohangoneofthetwosuitsIhadboughtwithmeinthecupboard.Whenopenthecupboarddoor,Istoodinfrontofitpetrified.Askeletonwasdanglingbeforemyeyes.Iwastooscaredtomove,butscreamloudly.Georgerushedtotheguestroomandsawtheskeletonatthefirstsight.Buthewasunsympathetic,"oh,that",hesaidwithasmileasifhewastalkedaboutanoldfriend,"that'ssebastian,Iwasamedicalstudentonceuponatime.Andyouknow,askeletonwasanecessitiesatthattime.Hesawmefrightenedbadlyandtoldmethatitwasjustamodelwhichcomfortmealittle.
Whenwehadhaddinner,Iaskedhimtomovetheskeletonoutoftheguestroom,however,hetoldmethattherewasnootherspacetocontainthisbigstaff,andencouragemethatitwasnothingtoafraid,forIamwasaman.Ifeltembrassed,andsaidnothing.Afterawhile,Georgeborkenthesilencetoldmeafunnythingthathappenedinourdailylife.Thentheatmospherebecamebetter.Littlebylittle,IforgottheskeletonuntilIwenttotheguestroomtogotosleep.
Iwenttomybedstraightlywithmyeyesstaredonthedoorofthecupboard.Suddenly,awindblowedfromthewindowandmadethedoorofthecupboardopenedacrack.Ifeltuncomfortable,andafraidthattheskeletongotoutfromthecupboardandscaredmeagain.ThenIdecidedtomovetheskeletonoutofmyroomdespiteoftherejectofGeorge,foritwasnotagoodthingtosleepinahousewithaskeletonin,thoughitwasonlyamodel.
Iopenedtheotherdoorofmyhousewhichconnecttothebalcony.AsGeorgesaid,thebalconywastoofulltoputanythingin.However,Imanagedtosetasideaspacefortheskeletonafteratenminutes'hardwork.Whenfinished,Ilockedthedoorquietly,andwenttobedwiththelightturnedoff.
Suddenly,Iwokeupwithastart,whenIheardastrangenoiseinmyroom,Iturnedonmytorch,inthetorchlight,Isawtheskeletonwaswalkingaroundmybed.Iopenedthelightquicklyandcriedforhelp.Asthesametime,Georgewentintomyroomwitharemotecontrolinhishand,heexplainedtomethatitjustatoy,andheadmittedthathewasmadtodoso,atlasthesaidsorrytome,andaskedmetoforgivehim,ofcourse,Ididn't.Iwenthomeangrilynextmorning.
Twomonthlater,IreadaboutmyselfandsebastianinoneofCarlton'sdetectivestories,whichmademesuprised.Somemoredayslater,aletterwrittentomefromGeorge.Itreadsintheletter:Iamterriblesorryforfrightenedyouinmyhome,andthankforyougavemethespringformynewdetectivestory.