When I arrived in a park, the streetlights turned off, everything was dark. I walked towards the exit to search light, but a foot blocked my way and I fall. I wanted to get up, but a hands grabbed me by the neck
He was fast, but no match for me. I made it back home, a mere 600 yards from where the hands grabbed me in the park. Locked the doors and threw myself onto the couch in disbelief as to what just happened. Then came a knock at my door. I froze in fear and remained silent.
I recoiled back to my youth. Those days where I pretended to be home alone. I didn’t dare make a sound for fear of my life. I wouldn’t have budged if my curiousity didn’t get the best of me. I crept silently to the windows and peeked out of the curtains.
I saw them right outside my house. Clanking, strumming, bashing, and wheezing. 5 people, each wearing the equipment for a one-man band. What do you even call that? Not “pleasant” or “musical”, for sure.
But I must have been alone in my opinion for dozens of my neighbors emerged from their homes & cheered the cacophonous band. Soon the 5 were carried on their shoulders, still clanging & banging away on their junk. They were named heroes! So I moved to distant, quiet Niue Island.