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I had always thought these kind of circumstances happened only in TV shows or in story books. It was so surreal that even recounting it as I am now, I can hardly believe what happened. It was like someone mashed together a countless mass of stories, romance, drama, adventure and horror all rolled into one, and the end result was at the very least, of interest.
It all began on that fateful day, when they came knocking on my front door…
This wasn’t the sharp confident ‘tap-tap’, that basically translates to, “Excuse me well known person, I am outside, and would like to be let in for alcoholic beverages and/or social interaction”.
No, this started off weak, like someone was slapping against it with the upper arm-strength of a malnourished kitten. (tallhungrynerd)
Being in the back room I had to make my way to the front, the knock was repeated, with no greater strength but with increased frequency, suggesting “this is urgent but please do not make me bruise my knuckles”.
As I opened the door I was met by a rather small human, of the female variety. Most likely past eighty years old, carrying a small paper bag. Dressed in black with a lovely green shawl over her shoulders.
She nervously passed the bag to me
“Take it, its your turn now” (dicemaned…adding to the story)
I accepted the bag with slight hesitation…not sure of its contents or who this elderly woman was. She attempted to speak but with her broken English, it was difficult for me to understand. “Sorry, what are you saying?” thinking, she must have the wrong place. I slowly opened the bag she handed me, hmm, was this a joke? I poked my head outside the door to see if someone else had put her up to this but there was no sign of anyone. (Ilorea Cazakoft)