Scary Shit
What you are about to read is a real life, every single part is true, happened to me horror/story; i consider myself lucky to be alive and healthy, both physically and mentally. Ok so it's not bloody and gory or involve axe-wielding murderers but it's scary shit. For my few readers who are weak at heart, you may want to stop reading now although....girls will probably laugh, and for guys: i hope you never experience what i'm about to tell you....
It was a monday evening, this monday evening, today actually. I was working, doing deliveries and all was going quite well until i got back to the pizza house thing whatever you wanna call it. There was a delivery slip hanging for 203 North Main St. (insert thunder clashing lightning shit here) The slip said to go behind a pink house and then up the stairs and that is where i should bring the food. The pink house should have given it away but i was just a regular delivery boy and thought nothing of the terror that lay ahead. I took the food and headed to the house, just down the street a little ways away from the shop. I saw the pink house described on the delivery slip and proceded down the very narrow driveway; which i would later come to realize, made it very hard for people to turn around to leave. I parked my car near the staircase and proceeded up, the stairs. There was a little outside patio closed off from the rest of the house. I opened the door to get in and knock on the main house door. I knocked, and soon after a man came out. The man was wearing nothing but tight....blue..boxer/briefs. This was the second clue to the amount of danger i was in. But again, i thought not much of it. I figured the guy had just finished having sex with his wife or something; but little did i know, the man didn't have a wife. When i I gave the man his food, i was still completely unaware of the horror that lay just moments away. I told the man the price; He had ordered over the phone with his credit card, so i gave him the slip to sign, which seemed to take forever, and the fact that he had only on boxer/briefs didn't make it any more pleasant for me. He signed the slip and handed it to me; i thanked him and told him to have a nice night, like a do any person i deliver to. Then...it happened. "You know, you're very cute." He said. I stood dead still for a moment and realized this man was a gay man..who was hitting on me. Shocked, i almost said thanks but stopped myself, that would be waaaay to weird, to thank a guy, not a girl, but a guy for calling me cute. I just half smiled, not knowing what to say, and walked out the door. As i did he said "Come back anytime!" I started down the stairs and said, "Uh..Alright.." Without missing a beat he responded, "Actually stop by after you get out." After this i jumped the rest of the stairs and scrambled into my car. I struggled to turn around in the narrow driveway, almost certain he would appear at his door with some nasty sex toy or something, staring down at me from the top of his steps. I finally got my car turned around and floored it out of the driveway, past the nasty pink house, hoping i wouldn't ever have to see it again, and onto the street, safe from the crazy gay madman.
And that is my story. Other than that, i had a pretty sweet night. I made $52.95 in tips ontop of the money i make for actually working which ended up amounting to $30.00.
So just remember all you girls and especially boys, stay away from 203 North Main St. (lightning thunder clash bang boom)
Have a nice night.
It was a monday evening, this monday evening, today actually. I was working, doing deliveries and all was going quite well until i got back to the pizza house thing whatever you wanna call it. There was a delivery slip hanging for 203 North Main St. (insert thunder clashing lightning shit here) The slip said to go behind a pink house and then up the stairs and that is where i should bring the food. The pink house should have given it away but i was just a regular delivery boy and thought nothing of the terror that lay ahead. I took the food and headed to the house, just down the street a little ways away from the shop. I saw the pink house described on the delivery slip and proceded down the very narrow driveway; which i would later come to realize, made it very hard for people to turn around to leave. I parked my car near the staircase and proceeded up, the stairs. There was a little outside patio closed off from the rest of the house. I opened the door to get in and knock on the main house door. I knocked, and soon after a man came out. The man was wearing nothing but tight....blue..boxer/briefs. This was the second clue to the amount of danger i was in. But again, i thought not much of it. I figured the guy had just finished having sex with his wife or something; but little did i know, the man didn't have a wife. When i I gave the man his food, i was still completely unaware of the horror that lay just moments away. I told the man the price; He had ordered over the phone with his credit card, so i gave him the slip to sign, which seemed to take forever, and the fact that he had only on boxer/briefs didn't make it any more pleasant for me. He signed the slip and handed it to me; i thanked him and told him to have a nice night, like a do any person i deliver to. Then...it happened. "You know, you're very cute." He said. I stood dead still for a moment and realized this man was a gay man..who was hitting on me. Shocked, i almost said thanks but stopped myself, that would be waaaay to weird, to thank a guy, not a girl, but a guy for calling me cute. I just half smiled, not knowing what to say, and walked out the door. As i did he said "Come back anytime!" I started down the stairs and said, "Uh..Alright.." Without missing a beat he responded, "Actually stop by after you get out." After this i jumped the rest of the stairs and scrambled into my car. I struggled to turn around in the narrow driveway, almost certain he would appear at his door with some nasty sex toy or something, staring down at me from the top of his steps. I finally got my car turned around and floored it out of the driveway, past the nasty pink house, hoping i wouldn't ever have to see it again, and onto the street, safe from the crazy gay madman.
And that is my story. Other than that, i had a pretty sweet night. I made $52.95 in tips ontop of the money i make for actually working which ended up amounting to $30.00.
So just remember all you girls and especially boys, stay away from 203 North Main St. (lightning thunder clash bang boom)
Have a nice night.