Strange Phone Call

Brian Clarke

I called to the house and nobody was home, when will you be back ?

Immaculate Pasta

Brian Clarke wrote: »

I called to the house and nobody was home, when will you be back ?

Superb :cool:

Kiera

Brian Clarke wrote: »

I called to the house and nobody was home, when will you be back ?

Predictable!

AnonoBoy

Kiera wrote: »

Predictable!

Don't mess with him. He's a dick, a private dick. He's grifted some rubes in his time but this mkegvn character was a classic...... etc. etc.

Kiera

AnonoBoy wrote: »

Kiera wrote: »

Predictable!

Don't mess with him. He's a dick

I agree.

superstoner90

oh dear sounds very dangerous , op only leave the house unless in absolutely necessary ,close the blinds and lock the door. but if you do decide to leave the house bring a cricket bat and wear a bullet proof jacket and of course some ball protection , incase worst comes to worst and this evil person decides to kick you in the ball sack

ano but seriously you are in deep sh1t.

x_Ellie_x

I bet the guy was a debt collector. That's a common trick they pull if you've moved and they can't find you.

Brian Clarke

x_Ellie_x wrote: »

I bet the guy was a debt collector. That's a common trick they pull if you've moved and they can't find you.

I just want to give him something. . . .

JustAddWater

Brian Clarke wrote: »

I called to the house and nobody was home, when will you be back ?

Did you leave a note in the door?

xoxyx

AnonoBoy wrote: »

This was going to be some night....... in the distance a saxophone played long and hard. Clarke cocked his piece and rang the bell.

He rang the bell and the bell, just like a woman in the kitchen, knew its place and pealed out a number of tuneless notes. As the last F flat floated into the distance, a silhouette could be seen making its way from the inside towards the door.

There was something about the house that seemed old-fashioned, and that perception was confirmed when the door did not open entirely but, rather, creaked inwards to reveal a gap the size of a 1997 encyclopedia, broken by a gold chain.

No face was revealed by this gap. No welcome was given but, rather, a surprisingly high pitched voice gave words to the question - "what do you want here?"...

jackie1974

Brian Clarke wrote: »

I just want to give him something. . . .[/Quote]

Would that be a few slaps because you found his number on your wifes phone ?

WoollyRedHat

Brian Clarke wrote: »

I called to the house and nobody was home, when will you be back ?

'IS there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Brian Clarke

jackie1974 wrote: »

Would that be a few slaps because you found his number on your wifes phone ?

Well, the blue envelope, you know, the one I found . . . . . . . on the side of the road . . . . . . with his name . . . . . . and contact details . . . . . . , yeah, that's it . . . . . . . . , just though I could get his bank account details and sort code, to . . . . . . eh . . . . . . return the cheque, in said envelope . . . . . . . .

<shifty eyes>

some random drunk

Don't worry OP, I'm sure there's no mystery behind this and you are perfectly safe.


PS: Don't google "Brian Clarke" MI5 agent