Outside our shopping centre where we live a man started to talk to me and my daughter.
- Is this the mother and the daughter sitting here?
-Yes it is I responded.
He smiled with a rather toothless mouth and the smell of old alcohol surrounded us.
- You have a beautiful daughter.
- Oh thank you.
- How old is she?
- I am 14 she responded.
Then he asked about my age and said that he was 64. After this introduction he started to talk about that his son died when he was only 21 years old and that he had seen his son as a ghost. Then he said that we need to be careful around people who do not like people as they scratch our arms so they get bloody. He quickly jumped to another subject. He collects blueberries in the woods and that also scratched his arms bloody according to him. So, it was time for us to leave....bye bye and thanks for the strange story I thought to myself.
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