“Our car isn’t functioning honey” Arda shouted. “well there is a house further up the road, maybe we should see if someone is home and get some help” Arda glanced at the house, it was big and dark. The walls were dirty and worn. The cemetery beside the big house was tiny but packed with a lot of tombstones. The cold air was foggy but silent as the sea.
Arda walked over to the house with Bekir closed in by his side. They went up on the perron and rang the bell. While they waited in silence Arda scanned the house and peeked through the window. The inside of the house was pitch black. Suddenly, the door opened, and at the door stood a middle-aged man presumably in his forties. Bekir said, “Hi sir, our car ran out of gas down the road, could you do us a favor and lend us your cell phone”. “Of course,” the man said. “why don’t you guys come inside for a moment and sit down at the couch so you can wait here until some nourishment arrives”. Bekir agreed and didn’t hesitate while Arda didn’t have a positive feeling about going inside some stranger's house in the middle of the night, out of nowhere.
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