mro

We had a little 'bonding' session yesterday. The new dealing team from the firm who has taken us over decided to take my dealing team out for a few drinkies and a spot of dinner. We ate and drank, and drank and ate. They give the impression of not being so much of a bad bunch of people after all (famous last words, eh?).

At about 1 o'clock this morning I was drunkenly staggering home. Rather than take my usual route through town I decided to go the quick way.

The quick way. Past the cemetary

I was minding my own business (concentrating on anything other than dead people) when I heard a rustle of trees. I tensed and slowed my walking pace. Looking furtively to my left I squinted in the dark to ascertain if I was going to be attacked by zombies.

Nothing.

I carried on walking, slowly when I heard the same rustling from my left. I slowed further, almost to a tip-toe stepping. Rustle rustle. Uh oh. 'Tis the ghosts and ghouls coming to carry me, screaming, to the Underworld where they will feast on my brain and my soul.

Another step forward, just getting to the end of the pavement past the cemetary, when..........

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

My phone vibrated against my leg, sending a shiver all the way up my chilled body.

If I hadn't been concentrating on not shitting myself I would have screamed like a girl, that's how much it took me by surprise.

Thank you, evil message sender, for scaring the shit out of me and ensuring I shall never walk alone past the cemetary ever again. It took me hours to get to sleep.