In life things happen, sometimes with what appears to be no ryme or reason. Today was a special day for Frank. A day he would never forgit for reasons that will be explained later.

Due to heavy snowfall he called in sick, they understood. Actualy it wasn't quite that bad. The roads had already been cleared off, but the plow made a mistake. It buried Frank's car in about six feet of snow. Thier was no way he was going to get it moved in the short time he ususaly allocated for warming up the engine.

With no plans set for his unexpected holaday he began fliping through channels on his TV. Not long after he decided that thier was never anything good on, ever. He called the cable company to cancel his line.

The house was quiet after the TV had been shut off. It had been a long time since he had experienced the sound of nothing. It was kina scary, as if something had gone wrong. The phone rang.

"Bella's house of pleasure, Bella speaking!" He answered, trying to throw a little humor into the situation.

On the other line there was nothing, save for the faint sound of breathing.

"Hello? I was kidding, this is Frank."

"It's your time." A whispy voice said.

"Yah, I know, called in due to my car being stuck. I'll be to work tommorow."

"No." Then the voice faded off.

"No, what the hell do you mean no? You fired me!?"

The phone was dead. This confused him to no end, so he decided to call back into the office. Nobody from there had called, and one of the guys made a joke about some serial killer being on the run in the area.

"Just great, all I need." Frank thought. "Some madman who has nothing better to do with his time than scare the hell out of me. I don't need this!" The lock on the front door was checked anyway. Frank knew that you can never be too safe. He didn't like the idea of being killed for no good reason. Maby if he owed someone money, sure. But not just out of the blue. It just wasn't right.

The phone rang again, he didn't pick it up. Expecting the madman again, he wanted to give the impression that he wasn't home anymore. But the phone kept ringing. After the fifteenth ring it stoped.

Relaxing in his chair he read the paper. About the only thing that he seriously read was the funny pages. Not that they where all that funny, but it's the whole idea that one day they might be. Just not today. Oddly enough thier was no mention of a madman. "Hmm, must have happend after the paper was printed, lots of stuff happens like that. Now I wish I hadn't shut the cable off."

Again the phone rang, going insane he decided to unplug it from the wall. He wasn't going to let a silly thing like this ruin his day. Then he went to calm down in the bath.

He got out about an hour later, after he was feeling better about life in general. Then he went about throwing something together for lunch. After going through the fridge he decided that food wasn't such a good idea. Most of it's contents had gained the status of being alive again. Not good.

While deciding weither or not he wanted to throw up there was a knock at his door. Frank decided not to answer it due to the madman being on the louse. Whoever it was just kept knocking. Finaly he decided to hide in his bed, it's safe there, not to mention warm. But he could still hear it. KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK. It was driving him insane.

He almost turned his sterio on, but that would let the madman know he actualy was home. He endured the knocking for several hours. Whoever was at his door wanted in very badly.

After getting up some corage, Frank decided to take a quick peek. Nobody was there, but the knocking continued. "What the hell is this?!" That was it, he ran to the door, and hauled it open.

Nobody was there.

The door was carefuly locked again, then Frank decided get on the internet for a while. At least he could get some current news from the newspapers website. After hearing the familair bong sound his computer made on bootup he began to calm down again.

As you can imagine something else had to happen. A muffled scream from the outside of his house. A girl, no a woman. It was hard to tell, the scream was faint, but struck fear into his heart like nothing else.

"Hmm, that crazy guy must have decided to bother the neibors. Better them than me." But he just couldn't concentrate at all. That scream kept going through his head over and over again.

That was it, he'd had it. He was going to solve the problem once and for all, the right way. Pluging the phone back in he dialed up his old friend.

On the second ring someone picked up. "Yo, what you want foo?"

"This is Frank, remember me? We met at a coctail party a couple weeks ago. I need a favor."

"Frank!? Yah, what ya wantin? Another hundred foot squiril running around New York? No, wait. It's gotta be mutants from under the sea stealing all our babes."

"No, it's just a stupid axe murder. Heh, not quite as interesting as the last few times I've had to call you."

"What kina suka do you take me for foo! You know I'll take care of it. Just be givin me yo address."

Frank read it off, and noted caution since the madman had already taken the life of one of his neibors.

"I gonna be down there in soon. Need to warm my van up, and it's hella fast!"

Waiting for his friend to show up, Frank got a little nervious. This was such a boring thing for to call his friend about. Quite silly really, I mean, what neiborhood isn't complete with it's own axe weilding murder once in a while? In some places they actualy have to hire people for the job. You know, so the locals don't think it's too safe.

The van had arived. His friend was right, that van is hella fast. In less than a quarter of an hour he had driven two thousand miles.

They chated about the problem for a bit, then decided to get to the bottom of this. "Hop in." His friend offered. Backing up Frank noticed someone was under the van. A midget with an axe. "Umm, Mr. T. I think you got him."

"Hell yah! I's gots ta ge muh man."

Frank thanked his friend Mr. T, and went back to his house only to find his neibors head on the doorstep. He kicked it out of the way then took a nap.

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