12th Flight Of Stairs

J has a quirk of always counting the steps on each floor when going upstairs. That night, on the dark stairs leading to the lecture theater, he counted the steps as usual. I was very annoyed at the time, but because there was no way, 9, 10, 11,… When J and I counted to the last step of the stairs, I suddenly felt the cold behind me, and my scalp was about to explode. The stairs are really one less than usual, it becomes 11! For, I have heard, that if a man finds a step missing when he goes upstairs, he takes that step instead. … Continue reading12th Flight Of Stairs