He popped into the next bakery to buy a chocolate doughnut and to engage a vendor in conversation.
“Is this the last chance to get into your shop? Are you closing soon? I see somebody wants to buy up the whole neighbourhood.”
“Possibly,” the girl behind the counter answered in a bored tone. “The owner terminated the leasing contract of the property, so we have to move out. The last bitter effort is to get enough people to sign the petition. But, apart from that, we’ve already been struggling for a while. Everybody flees from the surrounding streets, and most of them have terminated their renting.”
“I don’t live here, but do you think I can support your campaign with my signature?”
“Sure you can. Go to the cursed house. It’s only two blocks from here.”
“Cursed house?” Ray asked. He wa
