This happened about two years ago when I was 16, at my best friends flat. It was around midnight and both of us were in her kitchen dancing around and being silly in short shorts and bikini tops. Her mum was passed out on the sofa the other end of the flat, bearing in mind she lives on the ground floor.
After a few minutes we noticed an old car slowly driving past the window, we thought nothing of it really, until we saw it come back and stop right outside. We thought maybe it was one of her neighbours but a bit odd as they were all quite old and probably wouldn't be driving that time of night. We just continued with what we were doing when her door buzzer went off. My best friend without thinking pressed the button to open the main door, not even asking who it was.
When she opened her door a tall large bald man, dressed in old paint splattered clothes walks up to us at the door. "you ordered a male escort?" He said. Me and my best friend looked at each other with confusion, and I said that no we didn't order anyone you have the wrong house. He kept edging his way closer into our doorway and said, "no you definitely told me this address." We got really freaked out and asked him to leave, but he proceeded to tell us he is coming in and made his way into the doorway, just as he did my friends mum comes to the door and asks him who he is. He backs right up from the door and starts stuttering, saying he got called to this address.
She asks him what is this address and he doesn't have a clue, and just makes some street up while he is stuttering, trying to think of somewhere. He apologises and then leaves. Me and my best friend are pretty shaken up but decide it's a good idea not to prance around late at night not wearing a lot of clothing.
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Stories Of Halloween 2017
Short StoryThe 31 days of Halloween! I'll be posting a story every day in October. (Mature just in case) By the way, these stories are all TRUE. The first book I've ever completed. "Big Book Of...Stuff" will probably be next.