Drugged and Bludgeoned

Night filled the silence of the early morning, the occupant of 49 Meyer lay asleep, fitfully dreaming. He awoke to the sound of soft rustling, the unmistakeable rustling of plastic coming from the kitchen. Thinking to himself he thought, “Big Rats” and went back to sleep. The coming lunchtime he sat at the kitchen table and ate his pizza bread and noticed that it was a bit sour, soon afterwards he went to bed and slept for a while. When he arose he once again ate some of the bread and retired early for the evening. The morning came and he struggled to wake to the day, he swung his feet over the bed and put them on the ground and noticed that they were swollen, he tried to walk but found it incredibly painful. He was concerned about supplying himself with necessary articles from the nearby shops, but hoped he would be able to make the short trip unaided. He wondered why his ankles and feet were so swollen, he hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary but took some pictures anyway. The next night he lay in bed and heard the unmistakeable sound of the back door handle turning, he arose and went to the back door,”Try it you little cunt” he snarled at the would be could be attacker, a tingling of the hairs rising on the back of his neck told him that the attacker was angry at being denied his chance at another assault. The next day he made temporary fortifications to deny anyone entry to his domain filled a report to Crimestoppers and continued with his life and recorded their actions.