Quote Are you going to tell me what that was about?...

Are you going to tell me what that was about? Adam asked as we went back upstairs.

Sometime, I told him. When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

As we descended the stairs, the question lingered in the air like a ghostly whisper. Adam's curiosity was palpable, his eyes searching mine for answers. But I couldn't reveal the truth just yet. It was a secret meant for a different time, a different setting.

There was a mischievous glint in my eye as I spoke, a hint of playfulness in my tone. I wanted to keep him guessing, to leave him wondering about the mysterious event that had just unfolded before us.

It was a moment meant to be savored, a story waiting to be told in the perfect setting. The darkness of night, the crackling of a campfire, the hushed whispers of friends gathered close. That was when the truth would be revealed, when the mystery would unravel in a chilling tale.

Adam's curiosity only fueled my desire to keep him in suspense. I could see the anticipation building in his expression, the eagerness to uncover the secrets I held close. But I knew that patience was key, that the best stories were worth waiting for.

So we continued our journey back upstairs, the question still hanging in the air between us. But I knew that the time would come when the truth would be revealed, when the mystery would be unraveled in a tale that would send shivers down our spines.