”“I suppose that’s a reasonable comparison,” I said, hoping to end the discussion on this topic.“You’ll be back next weekend?”“I’m h...me Friday night. You have my mobile number if you need me. Except when I’m flying, I’ll be places with good cell coverage, so call if you need anything at all.”“Thanks! I appreciate the mentoring and being able to use you as a sounding board.”We stood and hugged. Samantha headed towards her car and I headed to the gate for my flight to Los Angeles.March 7, 1994,. Most poeple I had talked to had said that they considered this house to be one of the most haunted houses in America.What better place for a horror writer to get inspired than by spending a few days in a haunted house."I still don't know why you want to go up there," Marcus said to me. Marcus was an old man who worked for the company that owned the house. Recently they had sold the land to the state who was preparing to tear it down. That's why I needed to make this trip right away. "There. To ab me aapko kahani batane ja raha hun. Me ye kahani mature woman pe likh raha hun, is liye kyun ki muje aisa lagata he ki shadi ho jane ke baad ku6 log ka nature khul jata he aur wo open minded ho jate he, me bhi abhi tak to virgin hi hun, thank god ki ab tak safe hu aur apna haath jaganaath he ha to kahani me do kirdar he, ek kirdar 32 years ki aunty he aur uske samne me apne app ko rakh raha hun. Aunty acchi hight body wali he, uska figure 39 27 38 he aur uska weight aroundly 55 to 60 kg. "He had jumped up in his rage, his glasses threatened to slip from his nose, spittle bubbled from his mouth. Yet Helmut had his measure. In two strides he reached the doctor, picked him up by the front of his shirt, carried him, single -handed, to the padded chair behind his desk and plonked him down there with a great push."Listen good, Horst. I know that you are quite the excitable fellow. You proved it a few times already. I did not know that you are a blockhead as well. Either listen to.