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A Bet is a Bet

 A Bet is a Bet

Randy and his two friends were having lunch, when the topic of the supernatural came up.
Since Randy was a a skeptic, Alan and James regaled him with ghost stories of haunted houses on the island.
He laughed them off as being superstitious fools, they getting annoyed concocted a plan to teach him a lesson.The following day they went to an abandoned bungalow and set up all sorts of tricks, a small walkie talkie in the ceiling, they tied a metal chain to a string outside the window of the second floor master bedroom, a small whistle was wedged in the living room window. And of course the classic spooky doll was put under the bed.
Alan then called Randy and bet him a 100 bucks he would not dare to sleep one night in a haunted house of their choosing. Needless to say they chose the house they had set up. Randy laughed at them and told them it would be no problem.

That night Randy brought his sleeping bag and moved into the haunted house. The master bedroom being the only room with a bed still in it Randy laid his sleeping bag on top. Being an old colonial house, this was a four poster bed that had been assembled in the room and was impossible to remove without being dismantled.

Alan and James took up position outside the house and waited for midnight to start their fun of scaring Randy.

When the wind blew the whistle would blow downstairs in the living room, at midnight to the minute. James started yanking on the string attached to the chains, while Alan whispered in the walkie talkie trying his best to sound spooky. Randy burst out laughing, and started to search the house for his two friends, it did not take him long to find their gadgets and them hiding in the bushes.

Telling them a bet was a bet, and that he was going up to bed, and they might as well just go home. Randy went to sleep in the master bedroom.

The following morning, Randy woke up to familiar surroundings, comfortably tucked in his sleeping bag on a four poster bed.
He remembered the bet, and gleefully thought about the money he had won, when he started to get out of his sleeping bag he realized that he wasn’t in the master bedroom anymore. He was in the kitchen on the ground floor of the house, him, his sleeping bag and the four poster bed had all been moved into the kitchen while he slept.
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