At my house cleaning, music is playing, loud. I hear a noise. Was that a knock at the door? Boone heard it too. Both of our ears are perked up, heads cocked slightly to the side. Listening. Nothing. I continue cleaning, more alert now. Five minutes later: THUMP THUMP THUMP! Definitely a knock. I dash down the stairs, peep through the peep hole, no one. I open the door. Two ladies are walking down the sidewalk.
"WHERE IS HE?" they scream as they turn towards me in a charge. "WHERE IS P-RAD? I Know he's in there."
Taken aback, slightly shocked "Who?' I ask delivered in a voice much less confident then I intend.
"P-RAD! HE WAS JUST HERE KNOCKIN' ON YO DOOR." One of the ladies has a blue mohawk. They both outweigh me by at least 100 pounds.
"Well ladies I'm not really sure what you are talking about" I retort. "No one is here but me."
"LET'S CALL THE POLICE. I KNOW HE'S IN THERE." They start walking away. I quickly shut and lock my door. Both locks.
yeah. i would've locked the door too!! :)
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