Iwan squinted his eyes but nothing happened unlike what he was expecting.
A minute passed just like that as he stared in that direction.
Three minutes passed, and Iwan had begun to question his own existence.
'What am I even supposed to look at?'
'What am I supposed to look at?'
Iwan mumbled to himself before glancing at Jaba who was still spinning the tip of his black stick in the same direction.
"What are you waiting for?" Jaba suddenly caught Iwan stealing glances at him and his black stick.
"Nothing has happened. Is the magic working? Or, is it me who is looking in the wrong direction?" Iwan said what was on his mind.
All of his thoughts came out one after another in the form of questions that left the clown Jaba with a horrifying smile.
Though, the confused clown, Iwan wasn't any less gruesome to look at.
At a glance, the two looked like murdering partners of some Halloween horror.