So, the other day my grandfather was dropping me off from tennis practice, and I spot a man standing in the middle of my neighbor's driveway.
It's odd that he's just standing there, despite the pouring rain. He's not holding an umbrella, either.
He's wearing a dark black suit with short, dark black hair slicked back with either rain water or gel. I couldn't tell.
I watch him closely from the inside of my garage.
He stands there for a bit, then takes a few small steps towards my neighbor's front door. He continues to repeat this process for, oh, however long I was watching him, of course.
Chills creep up my spine, so I hurry and run inside my house. As I press the button to close the garage door, the man is there, standing in MY driveway!
I scream and dash inside as quickly as possible. Once I'm inside I immediately start to lock the doors and windows shut, so in case he's holding a gun or some other weapon, he won't be able to get to me easily.
By now I am scurrying as fast as I can, trying to find a place to hide, when suddenly the doorbell rings!
I run downstairs to my room, scared to death, and throw the bed covers over my entire body. I hold my breath and tried my best not to make the slightest sound.
I wait about fifteen minutes before I head up the stairs again. I peek through some windows. The man is gone.
It's odd that he's just standing there, despite the pouring rain. He's not holding an umbrella, either.
He's wearing a dark black suit with short, dark black hair slicked back with either rain water or gel. I couldn't tell.
I watch him closely from the inside of my garage.
He stands there for a bit, then takes a few small steps towards my neighbor's front door. He continues to repeat this process for, oh, however long I was watching him, of course.
Chills creep up my spine, so I hurry and run inside my house. As I press the button to close the garage door, the man is there, standing in MY driveway!
I scream and dash inside as quickly as possible. Once I'm inside I immediately start to lock the doors and windows shut, so in case he's holding a gun or some other weapon, he won't be able to get to me easily.
By now I am scurrying as fast as I can, trying to find a place to hide, when suddenly the doorbell rings!
I run downstairs to my room, scared to death, and throw the bed covers over my entire body. I hold my breath and tried my best not to make the slightest sound.
I wait about fifteen minutes before I head up the stairs again. I peek through some windows. The man is gone.
And that man was..............
ReplyDeleteJohn-- oh, yea. I'm tired of that joke so bye.