Oops.
Our flat had gone out on the piss, as it was approaching Christmas and tradition demanded we got wankered. For whatever reason, one of our flatmates wasn't out with us at our particular drinking hole.

We arrived home, and flatmate was nowhere to be seen. The recently broken bathroom door, however, was. It had been drunkenly punched off its hinges by a different flatmate in a moment of rage.

So, one door, one missing flatmate. The door looked so lonely and cold... I put it in his bed. With a couple of pillows stacked up underneath it, and a small paper speech bubble with "ZZZZZzzzzzz" scribbled in it.

Harmless, yes?

5 AM rolls around, and I'm rudely awoken by "YOU CUNTS, YOU FUCKING CUNTS."

Then a loud crash. More swearing, "COME OUT HERE YOU FUCKING CUNTS, WHO FUCKING DID THIS?"

I wisely stayed in my room.

The morning rolled by. I warily emerged to find the door lying on the landing, wedged firmly into the railings, many of which were splintered.

His door was firmly closed, with an angry note pinned to it with a kitchen knife, accusing us of being spineless cowards for not owning up.

I was heading home that day, so I quietly packed my stuff up and headed downstairs, making very sure to lock my door.

I wasn't to know that his cousin had just died, was I?

As an aside, as soon as I got downstairs the police knocked on my door. Apparently a few cars had been smashed up in the car dealership next door to us that night. Thankfully it was unrelated, but hey...
( gone, Tue 18 Dec 2007, 14:05, 3 replies)

sounds like it was wise that you stayed in your room
not that I think the door thing should have caused him to freak out though.
( Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Tue 18 Dec 2007, 15:58, closed)

Good prank, bad timing.
Woo, though...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 18 Dec 2007, 16:03, closed)

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What, was is cousin killed by a door or something?
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Tue 18 Dec 2007, 18:13, closed)