Weird

What happens to the clothes that belongs to the dead people? I don’t think anyone would keep it, people would either get rid of it or burn it. But, in my place the things are different. They keep it in the name of love, and wears it. You can know something is wrong when you are near those clothes, weird things start happening. Those things are everywhere now a days, on the wardrobe, on the bathroom, on the sofa. Why are they doing it? They open the wardrobe for silly reasons, and I have a question, who keeps their medicine inside their wardrobe, that too inside the locker ? Weird, right? 


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