It had been a curious week. It all started when a strange call woke me up. I wasn’t expecting someone at 5 o’clock but hearing the voice on the phone I knew immediately who it was. Steven, an old school friend of mine. I didn’t know what to say except all the normal things people used to say in this situation. The last time I saw Steven was almost 10 years ago and I couldn’t imagine why he as calling me so early in the morning.
´Hey Steve, what’s up? Is something wrong?` I asked him very calmly but nervous inside.
´No…Well yes! I need a favour. Can I come over to your place and stay for a couple of days? ` he wanted to know.
´Of course` I answered, but in the same moment I regretted this offer.
After so many years, what could he possibly want from me? I couldn’t fall asleep again that morning - I was just too excited.
He arrived Tuesday morning and his appearance shocked me. He looked very dirty and strange, quite different. He always had been a great looking guy but know I wouldn’t recognize him on the streets.
´What’s going on Steve, are you homeless? ` I wanted to know but he didn’t answer my question.
He seemed insecure, he checked my windows and my door three times. It was almost as if he was expecting someone or something to happen.
´I just need to stay for this week, is that okay? I can pay you, if that’s the problem! ` he stated.
I was very confused but excited to know everything about him. He explained what he had been through and I was shocked again and didn’t know what to say.
When I woke up the next morning, Steve was gone. He had cleaned up the living room, where he spent the night and left the apartment without saying anything. Two hours later something strange happened. When I opened the door to leave, two men came in and forced me to sit down. They didn’t ask me anything nor did they do anything to me, they just searched the whole apartment for something. I’m not sure if they were searching for Steven or something else, but they even took fingerprints. After a few minutes sitting there and watching strange people looking through my stuff, I was finally able to speak and ask them to leave, and to my surprise, they did without saying a word. I was terrified but still didn’t know what to do I decided not to call the police, since they hadn’t hurt me or broken anything.
Later that evening I received a call from Steven.
´Hey, it’s me` he whispered.
´Where are you?` I asked him, but he didn’t answer this question - like he did with any of my questions.
´I’ll come to your place again, but I’m not sure when, maybe tomorrow… is that still okay?` he asked me with that strong voice almost as if he was demanding it, and I just couldn’t say ´no`.
Finally he showed up on Friday morning and slept the whole day, while I was at work. When I arrived from work, he was gone again. Like the first time, he cleaned everything up but this time he left a note.
´Thanks for everything. I’ll never forget you. Steven.`
After that I spent a great weekend with my friends but still thinking of Steve. On Sunday evening I was alone at home and as it is almost traditional, I went to the refrigerator to get some ice cream but instead of my ice cream, the freezer was full of money and a note that said: ´Thanks again!`
This was a really curious week and I never saw Steven again.
´Hey Steve, what’s up? Is something wrong?` I asked him very calmly but nervous inside.
´No…Well yes! I need a favour. Can I come over to your place and stay for a couple of days? ` he wanted to know.
´Of course` I answered, but in the same moment I regretted this offer.
After so many years, what could he possibly want from me? I couldn’t fall asleep again that morning - I was just too excited.
He arrived Tuesday morning and his appearance shocked me. He looked very dirty and strange, quite different. He always had been a great looking guy but know I wouldn’t recognize him on the streets.
´What’s going on Steve, are you homeless? ` I wanted to know but he didn’t answer my question.
He seemed insecure, he checked my windows and my door three times. It was almost as if he was expecting someone or something to happen.
´I just need to stay for this week, is that okay? I can pay you, if that’s the problem! ` he stated.
I was very confused but excited to know everything about him. He explained what he had been through and I was shocked again and didn’t know what to say.
When I woke up the next morning, Steve was gone. He had cleaned up the living room, where he spent the night and left the apartment without saying anything. Two hours later something strange happened. When I opened the door to leave, two men came in and forced me to sit down. They didn’t ask me anything nor did they do anything to me, they just searched the whole apartment for something. I’m not sure if they were searching for Steven or something else, but they even took fingerprints. After a few minutes sitting there and watching strange people looking through my stuff, I was finally able to speak and ask them to leave, and to my surprise, they did without saying a word. I was terrified but still didn’t know what to do I decided not to call the police, since they hadn’t hurt me or broken anything.
Later that evening I received a call from Steven.
´Hey, it’s me` he whispered.
´Where are you?` I asked him, but he didn’t answer this question - like he did with any of my questions.
´I’ll come to your place again, but I’m not sure when, maybe tomorrow… is that still okay?` he asked me with that strong voice almost as if he was demanding it, and I just couldn’t say ´no`.
Finally he showed up on Friday morning and slept the whole day, while I was at work. When I arrived from work, he was gone again. Like the first time, he cleaned everything up but this time he left a note.
´Thanks for everything. I’ll never forget you. Steven.`
After that I spent a great weekend with my friends but still thinking of Steve. On Sunday evening I was alone at home and as it is almost traditional, I went to the refrigerator to get some ice cream but instead of my ice cream, the freezer was full of money and a note that said: ´Thanks again!`
This was a really curious week and I never saw Steven again.
3 comments:
mysterious!! :) what a nice short story...it makes me wonder: I wish someone would leave my freezer fuuuull of money, just like that! eheh anyway, how did you come up with something like that?! very nice...indeed!
btw, I think that something's missing in the 11th paragraph: "When I opened the door to leave, two(men????)came in and forced me to sit down."
*** ;)) keep up with nice work, like this one! congrats *
hey bea you´re right, ther (is)was a word missing - thanks for that! I´m looking forward to read you story, I´m sure yours is great too.
no problem! I always ask a friend to read my text, even after having it corrected, just to make sure. (:
p.s.- I've already invited renata but I don't think she has accepted yet... it'd be really important for us to meet tomorrow to work on the next task!!
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