The Irish pub had lain upon empty as the clock hit noon. Not many did ever dare to wonder into a pub at such time. The door to the pub had swung open to my wondering eyes it was a man wearing a black suit, tie short and neat, a hat clean and straight upon his head. He sat next to me; he looked my way, leaving my body motionless. I had wanted to stare away but no movement ever came my way.
“Good day mister, how about I buy you a beer.â€? He had said to me.
As I said to the fellow man, “Well I can not say no to an offer like that.â€?
I had felt my words were forced out of my mouth, leaving me vulnerable to his moves.
“Well no you can not my good sir, two rounds this way.â€? The man in the suit shouted.
What has begun as a normal day; had turned to an eerie moment, I was left with shivers among my body feeling as I had let the devil into my soul. “The names Daniel, but call me luck.â€? The man said.