Stalked
Have you been stalked? Or have you done the stalking? Is that you in the bushes outside with the nightvision goggles?
( , Thu 31 Jan 2008, 15:40)
Have you been stalked? Or have you done the stalking? Is that you in the bushes outside with the nightvision goggles?
( , Thu 31 Jan 2008, 15:40)
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This isn't actually very funny
This happened just over 3 years ago. I had crashed at a mates house one night in the summer, for an evening of carefree powder abuse and copious bong comsumption.
At the time I was still living with my mum and dad. My dad called me in the evening to ask if I'd remembered to lock the door when I left. the practise was for me to lock the front door and leave the key in a cubby hole in the wall. When they had come home the front door had been slightly ajar, the key back in the usual place.
I didn't think much of it at the time, got mashed with my friends and had a generally pleasent evening. Drove home the next afternoon, my parents were away out so I let myself in the front door. First thing I noticed was a piece of paper on the stairs. It was a quote from a Hunter S Thompson novel that had been sitting on the desk in my room. "Very odd" thinks I.
And so I go up into my bedroom. All of my drawers had been pulled out and replaed so they were sitting at an angle half hanging off the runners. My bong had been tipped over and a pile of magazines next to my bed (just Evo and Top Gear, no pr0n) had been rifled through and were lying scattered around the place. Further to this, a pair of black Sloggi For Men boxer shorts had been removed from my underwear drawer.
A very strange occurence, I'm sure you will agree. Someone had let themself into my parents house, crept around till they found my room and gone through all my personal belongings.
There was a £400 Yamaha Semi-Acoustic Classical Guitar, a slimline PS2, a set of decent Gemini turntables, two boxes of records, a Cambridge Audio amp, a Sony TV, an LG DVD player and a stash box with substantial amounts of various illicit substances and cash in my room, all of which were untouched, so theft was clearly not a motive (apart from the theft of my keks apparently).
I was pretty creeped out for a few days, but nothing else happened and there have been no similar occurences since then.
I also hope whoever has my attractive underwear is getting a lot of 'use' out of them.
(Looking back it maybe is kind of funny, in a black comedy kind of way)
( , Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:31, Reply)
This happened just over 3 years ago. I had crashed at a mates house one night in the summer, for an evening of carefree powder abuse and copious bong comsumption.
At the time I was still living with my mum and dad. My dad called me in the evening to ask if I'd remembered to lock the door when I left. the practise was for me to lock the front door and leave the key in a cubby hole in the wall. When they had come home the front door had been slightly ajar, the key back in the usual place.
I didn't think much of it at the time, got mashed with my friends and had a generally pleasent evening. Drove home the next afternoon, my parents were away out so I let myself in the front door. First thing I noticed was a piece of paper on the stairs. It was a quote from a Hunter S Thompson novel that had been sitting on the desk in my room. "Very odd" thinks I.
And so I go up into my bedroom. All of my drawers had been pulled out and replaed so they were sitting at an angle half hanging off the runners. My bong had been tipped over and a pile of magazines next to my bed (just Evo and Top Gear, no pr0n) had been rifled through and were lying scattered around the place. Further to this, a pair of black Sloggi For Men boxer shorts had been removed from my underwear drawer.
A very strange occurence, I'm sure you will agree. Someone had let themself into my parents house, crept around till they found my room and gone through all my personal belongings.
There was a £400 Yamaha Semi-Acoustic Classical Guitar, a slimline PS2, a set of decent Gemini turntables, two boxes of records, a Cambridge Audio amp, a Sony TV, an LG DVD player and a stash box with substantial amounts of various illicit substances and cash in my room, all of which were untouched, so theft was clearly not a motive (apart from the theft of my keks apparently).
I was pretty creeped out for a few days, but nothing else happened and there have been no similar occurences since then.
I also hope whoever has my attractive underwear is getting a lot of 'use' out of them.
(Looking back it maybe is kind of funny, in a black comedy kind of way)
( , Thu 31 Jan 2008, 16:31, Reply)
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