And the universe said--
Oct. 3rd, 2006 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changeyourstars8-- "Here, Steph, have a heart attack free of charge."
Was sitting here going through my friends list when I hear a car pull up outside. Thinking it's my husband or my parents, I glance out the window. Nope. White four-door car. Look out the other window to see if the occupant's on the porch-- no, standing in the driveway. Young male, dark hair, no shirt. Me-- ????
So I call Chris and give a description, and ask if it's one of his friends. He says no, and that since he's leaving work early today anyway, he'll be home in a few. The guy gets in the car and drives off then, so I tell Chris no need to hurry.
Less than five minutes later, the guy's back. He wanders the driveway again for a minute before knocking on the door. I don't answer. He walks off the porch, goes back to his car, and sits there. Then he gets back out, and starts messing with the door.
I decide that the fact that Chris is doing some home renovation is a very good thing, since it means there is a hammer right there on the table. I grab it and then stand outside my office, where I have a view of both doors.
I hear more rattling at the door, then silence, and then a car engine. I look around, nobody there-- and a letter stuffed behind the screen:
"Hey (previous owners of the house who moved out almost a year ago now),
Stopped by to tell *** to quit his job before it kills his stubborn ass. I'll take care of you guys. We'll all be millionaires in a week or two. I couldn't remember where your new house was? Anyways, much love.
****"
Too. Much. Weird. And. Freaky.
Was sitting here going through my friends list when I hear a car pull up outside. Thinking it's my husband or my parents, I glance out the window. Nope. White four-door car. Look out the other window to see if the occupant's on the porch-- no, standing in the driveway. Young male, dark hair, no shirt. Me-- ????
So I call Chris and give a description, and ask if it's one of his friends. He says no, and that since he's leaving work early today anyway, he'll be home in a few. The guy gets in the car and drives off then, so I tell Chris no need to hurry.
Less than five minutes later, the guy's back. He wanders the driveway again for a minute before knocking on the door. I don't answer. He walks off the porch, goes back to his car, and sits there. Then he gets back out, and starts messing with the door.
I decide that the fact that Chris is doing some home renovation is a very good thing, since it means there is a hammer right there on the table. I grab it and then stand outside my office, where I have a view of both doors.
I hear more rattling at the door, then silence, and then a car engine. I look around, nobody there-- and a letter stuffed behind the screen:
"Hey (previous owners of the house who moved out almost a year ago now),
Stopped by to tell *** to quit his job before it kills his stubborn ass. I'll take care of you guys. We'll all be millionaires in a week or two. I couldn't remember where your new house was? Anyways, much love.
****"
Too. Much. Weird. And. Freaky.
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Date: 2006-10-04 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-04 12:36 am (UTC)KInda makes you want to move out in the woods or something though doesnt it? that the average chica cant even be in the house alone without having to get freaked by idiots like that!
and he must love those people who lived there before you an awful lot, not to know they moved a year before. . .
I hope Chris is home now.
You should write his name. MR. Christopher *********, and the address, and tape it to the side of your house by the door. then theyll know a guy lives there and who.
what about harry? do you still have him? was he barking???
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:08 am (UTC):-)
graham on the front page is pips dad.
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Date: 2006-10-04 03:41 pm (UTC)