"Ah! A ghost!" Liam Moore turned around and saw a figure in the dark, terrified out of his wits, and instinctively hurled the notebook in his hand forward with all his might.
After throwing the notebook, Liam's legs gave way, and he clutched the nearby desk, struggling to stand up. With his eyes shut, he said, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer! Boohoo..."
Liam trembled, his eyes tightly shut, as he heard the footsteps growing closer in the dark, desperately wishing he could sprout wings and fly away.
Christopher Moore saw his silly little brother, found it a bit amusing, thinking how this cowardly kid dared to sneak into his house to steal things. He bent down, cold eyes staring at Liam for a good while.
Liam clearly felt the chill approaching from the front, his voice trembling, "Heroes and gentlemen, spare me, I'll burn incense for you, and even burn dozens, no, hundreds of boxes of joss paper, is that okay?"
