It was, I’m sure after midnight

The wind blew out of control

The old corrugated iron fence

Long neglected and rusted through

Rattled and crashed in a way

Suggested there may not be a tomorrow.

I woke with start, not from the rattling of the fence

But the creaking of the floorboards.

I was sure I was home alone.

I slunk down under my sheets

Hoping whatever made the sound was passing through

Sure to move next door, but then it didn’t

It walked back, hesitated

Dragged something heavy across the floor

Cursed as a toe was stubbed. Shit!

From under the covers I poked my head

A little at first as the voices grew

“I thought you knew what you were doing?”

‘I do, I didn’t anticipate this anvil lying here.”

“What’s an anvil doing there anyway?”

“Door stop.”

“Thrilling isn’t it.”

“Shut up!”

“Give us a hand.”

“Like this?”

“Yes!”

“Push!”

“Pull!”

“That’s it, easy peasey.”

“Now what?”

“Make sure he’s still asleep.”

“Well?”

“Yep, head buried under his covers.”

“Good!”

“Let’s go.”

“Righto.”

There followed a clanking and clanging to wake the dead

As they exited my house, with what I didn’t know.

I was by now a trembling mess

Sweat poured from every orifice

Too frightened to look,

Too scared to think.

I was frozen in my bed,

Burning up with fear.

I waited an hour, the house was still

I needed something probably a pill

Do I? Don’t I? Will I? Won’t I?

When I did everything was as it was the night before

The anvil where it should be

My jewels where they……what the?

Outside the old fence played its familiar tune.

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