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A man knocked on my door today!! If that wasn't bad enough he waited for an answer. Before I called the police, (I was unsure whether to dial 999 or 101 as you just don't know do you), I tentativly opened the door. (I'd pressed Record on the CCTV). Well, although the man was white in colour, middle aged, balding and smug looking I still felt unnerved. He said he was a local councillor but he looked self serving, had a odd look about him and was threateningly waving a 'whats on at the Ritzy' booklet. I told him no thank you, closed and double locked the door and called 101. Please, be careful, there are so many scammers out there. The police were wonderful.
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Chapter two


I crept into the front room, hiding behind the partly closed curtains, with only the thin lace between him and myself,

he looked back he was combing his receding hair, black and unkept leaving hairs on the comb he wiped this on his sleeve making a greasy mark.

Bending the booklet in half forced it into his jacket pocket.

I wonder what had it contained as I did not have time to read it.

Would he be back after dark?

Could he be hiding in the dark front garden hoping that an other caller would call giving him the opportunity of getting in.

I checked on the CCTV but his call had not been recorded, I had not reset it, so it was blank.

Of what I remember of him he was very odd, aged about forty five,

one arm was longer than the other, the one hanging out from his sleeve had a wrist watch on it but it looked out of place half way up his arm.

My dog had hidden under the settee, she must have had an inclination of the terror that was here.

She still would not come out even when enticed with a new tin of food.

Had I called the numbers 999 or 101, I still cant remember if I did.

Was I over reacting, or was I taking a nap and just woken up?

Knock Knock came the sound from the front door.

I would not open it, or even look as I was under the bed, with the bedspread pulled down.

I waited for hubby to come home. He would not get his cooked diner tonight.

Chapter two


I crept into the front room, hiding behind the partly closed curtains, with only the thin lace between him and myself,

he looked back he was combing his receding hair, black and unkept leaving hairs on the comb he wiped this on his sleeve making a greasy mark.

Bending the booklet in half forced it into his jacket pocket.

I wonder what had it contained as I did not have time to read it.

Would he be back after dark?

Could he be hiding in the dark front garden hoping that an other caller would call giving him the opportunity of getting in.

I checked on the CCTV but his call had not been recorded, I had not reset it, so it was blank.

Of what I remember of him he was very odd, aged about forty five,

one arm was longer than the other, the one hanging out from his sleeve had a wrist watch on it but it looked out of place half way up his arm.

My dog had hidden under the settee, she must have had an inclination of the terror that was here.

She still would not come out even when enticed with a new tin of food. Any years

Had I called the numbers 999 or 101, I still cant remember if I did.

Was I over reacting, or was I taking a nap and just woken up?

Knock Knock came the sound from the front door.

I would not open it, or even look as I was under the bed, with the bedspread pulled down.

I waited for hubby to come hoying me. He would not get his cooked diner tonight.


Chapter three.


Lying here face down under the bed, in the dust that had accrued over many months, it was beginning to make me want to cough or sneeze, the chamber pot had been pushed to the back near the wall, although it had been emptied it still had that smell of what it had once contained. I cold not turn over as there not enough height to turn, I dare not slip out and turn face up then get back, thinking about this I might fare no better as my nose would then be in contact with the hessian underside of the bed base, that might make me itch. The bedside clock had a very loud tick, I had not noticed it before, it made the time seem to pass more slowly. There was the sound movement down stairs, can it be my husband as he would normally call out, ? I?m Home ?, who ever it was moved from room to room, if he came upstairs he would have to stand on that loose tread step half way up, I waited?...then that Creak as he came up, the click as the light was turned on, I could see shoes... were they the ones my husband had put on this morning. The bedspread cover was pulled up, a hand rested on the floor it held a package wrapped in newspaper.

? When you come down stairs we can have the Fish and Chips I bought on the way home ?

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