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Seriously. What the fuck?! I was listening to my ipod and putting in the ant traps when the drunk guy I saw earlier attacked me. Right in my own fucking backyard! What the hell? I was looking at the ground and noticed that someone or something was casting a shadow. I looked up right before he lunged at me. Fortunately, he got himself tangled up in the chicken wire fence around my vegetable garden. (Damn…It was a pain in the ass, but now I’m so happy I put that thing in). Then, the guy grabbed a hold of my pant’s leg and tried to pull me down. I kicked him in the face and ran away. I damn near tripped over the chicken wire myself in the process.

I started heading towards the house, but then the creep was following me, albeit slowly. Instead, I ran into the garage and grabbed a shovel. He lunged at me a second time and I brained him with it. It made a sickening crack as it connected with his skull. He’s now lying half conscious next to the garbage cans in my garage. He’s making these strange blubbering sounds and, man, does he smell bad.

I also grabbed the big gardening shears I use to prune the hedges and ran back into the house just as the guy was attempting to struggle to his feet again. He doesn’t give up, does he? I slammed the door behind me and locked it. My hands were shaking so bad that I kept fumbling with the keys.

I picked up the living room phone and dialed 911. I can’t get through to them. At first, I got a fast busy signal. Now, I’m getting a message that says, “All circuits are busy.” I’m not having any luck with the non-emergency police or fire department numbers either. I tried calling

doomsey at work, but I haven’t been able to get a hold of him either. The hell? What should I do?

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