Getting into his one bed room and parlour apartment, the setting was nice, all okay, very organized young man he was, he dropped his car key on the center table, sat on the three setter in the middle, sighed and start to un-botton his long sleeve shirt and carefully placed it on one arm of the chair he was sitting down on..
He dosed off for about 45mins before his phone buzzed to life.. the text content was rather amusing and somewhat stupid to him “Are you ready for tonight?”, he wondered who, what and how the message came by, a 45 second of total confusion raised round his medulla; then an idea popped out of his brain, why don't you call the number, “Yes!!” exactly what he should do, he tried calling the number.
To his utmost surprise, the number wasn't connecting; he pondered for a while, then he tried it back to back for some time, then he figured he won’t be able to contact the sender, he relaxed his wondering for a while.
Another text came through again “I know you would have tried to contact me, sorry am the only one doing the contact here” Akin smiled, that typical wide grin that makes you believe you have won a battle over your inner fears, he tried calling again and for real, the number wasn't going through however, just as he was about to pick up his shirt and go in, he heard is main door shut from behind, he moved towards the door, he smiled with a little state of fear and confusion, he got to the door, and behold the door was shut really, he was muttering the word “What the he..” another text came in “Let the game begin,..” *wink*
