It moved, why was it moving? That should not have been moving, well not on its own anyway.

As I backed away the from the small bag, it moved closer. Then suddenly out came a tiny, irregular man, his torn clothes were old and dirty. He poured me a large cup of vinegar then insisted on me having a sip, even after I politely declined.

“UGH!” my face screwed up naturally as I took a sip. The vinegar was too sharp. The bitter taste lingered in my mouth. The little man chuckled and then vanished into the dark, haunting night.