It was late on a moonlit night, as I was driving on a deserted road.
The car was running low on gas with no gas stations, or any other sign of life on the horizon.
On my right side, I saw the silhouette of a house. On impulse, as if by its own accord the car drove off the road into the road leading to this house.
The electricity was not functioning. It was illuminated by lit candles and the full moon which filtered through the open windows. I knocked and no one answered. Since there were several open windows to let the summer heat out, I snuck in through one of the open windows.
A middle aged woman descended from the second floor with long dark hair adored into birds’ nests, which had not been teased by a comb in quite some time. She was blessed with large haunted eyes, contrasting with her palid complexion. She seemed hyper and scared of her very own shadow.
She grabbed my arm and urged me to close the windows, quickly,before They came in. She was desperate in her plea. I ran to help her close and secure all of the windows.
Later on, several people sat down in the kitchen to play poker under a kerosene lamp. The hostess sat in front of me, and former President Bill Clinton sat on my right. Although I was not participating in the game or on the on going activities, I was urged to get rid of the marijuana which was being passed around in a pipe. A large bag of marijuana was sitting right in front of me, and I was given the urgent order to get rid of it, as the hostess announced the cops had arrived.
I quickly grabbed the see-through bag and hid it inside a cookie jar which was near me, this was just as the cops broke in with flashlights; like a swat team in full force.
Eventually I found out who ‘they’ were. These bandits who terrorized this woman by breaking into her home occasionally and demanding that she feed them. They would leave several hours later after they played havoc on her nerves and on her pantry.
The next evening, they did manage to break in, they were four men this time. They ran amuck and made a mess of her home. They terrorized the woman at knife point, and I could tell that her will was broken. She was completely dominated and terrorized by these men, yet she prepared for them as if expecting them, as noted by the surplus supply of food and liquor stored in her panty.
They had stayed overnight to sleep sprawled on the couches of the living room, drunk and reeking of body odor. I told the woman I would venture out to get help. She looked down the window of her bedroom, and told me not to go out for there was a pack of wild dogs roaming. They were rabid and famished. They would tear me to pieces.
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I instructed the woman to follow me downstairs, for I had a plan. We carefully searched the pockets of these bandits for the car keys to their pick up. The leader of the pack had those. I grabbed them as stealthily as I could.
Next we threw chicken bones on the porch of the house to lure the pack of rabid dogs to the entrance of her house. When we saw that they took the bait and gathered there, I counted six dogs. These were pit bulls, and Dobermans, and they looked scruffy and ferocious with foam dribbling from their mouths. They were perfect.
I told the lady to help me pick up the leader of the bandits; he was the meanest of the bunch. She did not want to. I asked her how long she planned to be afraid?
Without waiting for a reply,I ordered her to help me pick up the sleeping form of the bandit. We could only half drag him, and pull him towards the entrance.
We gave him a hearty push outside and quickly closed the door to let the pack of rabid dogs feast that morning.
I don’t recall what happened to the rest of the pack of bandits. I assume that if I had pre-meditated the plan, they would have been restrained somehow and shown the same exit door.
That is when I woke up this morning.
