The hidden threat

It is a story o an hidden unpleasant, surprise.

The hidden threat

On coming back from a morning hike Jeff Winslow turned the key in his apartment front door, opened the door up and entered.

He used the brand new key to his door’w new lock, after his door’s stuck lock was replaced. He was quite relaxed after a week of unexpected breakdowns. His refregerator had to be replaced, his apartment’s air conditioner stopped functioning quite surprisingly; and he had to wait one long hour before his stuck front door, until his front door’s lock was replaced.

To make things clearer Jeff lived in a protected dwelling mansion. His apartment was cleaned once a week. If the cleaning maid could open his apartment with a reserve key, after his front door lock was changed, he had to wait for her because there was not a second key to his front door; or that’s what he was supposed to believe.

Thus when he entered his appartment, and while opening one of the kitchen’s cupboard looking for a plate; he realized that someone messed up his cupboard with katchop, there was a disgusting red thick mess spread on the cupboard’s surface; and its wall were spread with katchop sprinkles, which was an immitation of blood.

I believe that just one person enetered stillthilly my apartment, when I was outside travelling or busy with some with some physical trainning activity. He represented sevral people no doubt, who decided to teach me a lesson; or who knows to force me to stay indoors most of each day’s hours.

I’d to take out all the plates and clean that part of the cupboard, it didn’t take more than five minutes; and right after that rather small job was finished, I decided to take a walk outside.

I stayed our for quite a while, and I came back I did not rush back to my appartment; there was no need to, I knew it was just some kind of a revenge by a lone person that won’t repeat itself.

Yes that was my conclusion, and I did not care who was reponsible for it.

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