Over the years I've gotten used to being in strange situations and having strange things happen around me. Strange people, strange sitations, strange co-incidences, a couple of brush ins with death, but not quite enough to write a book about it just yet. On thing that's happened this year and has been on going ever since is what I've come to name as the Saga of the Seafood stalker.
The First Package
Early this year (2009) I moved house.
Not long after I'd moved house, I got a text from my former flatmate who had returned to our old house to pick up the last of a few things and told me that there was an annonymous package on the front steps with a note addressed to me. From the descriptions I was dubious and late at night after I finished work, I went to the house armed with a camera to photograph the evidence.
Here's how it went down...
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This is the front steps of my old house late at night, partially lit by the headlights of my car. Had to use a flash on my camera, but hopefully you can imagine how ominous this should have felt.
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After much staring and head scratching, I snapped this picture of the package as it is. Now I'd moved house about a week before this incident. Not many had known I'd moved or where I'd moved to. Who knows how long this has actually been there for, but they must have dropped it off at night, or they'd have seen through the windows that the house was empty.
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This is the note attached. The splotchy stuff at the bottom of the page is the crayfish's juices smearing the page. Believe me, the whole thing smelled pretty funky and I don't need to elaborate on how weird this note is.
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I should have snapped a picture of the back, but there you have it. Half a raw crayfish with an annoymous note attached addressed to me left on the doorsteps of my old house and written from the perspective of the crayfish itself.
I posted these photos to facebook and got quite the response from friends and acquaintances, but no one actually stepped forward to claim ownership.
Now, a crayfish is pretty expensive stuff, and for someone to leave half of the good end to rot on the front steps of a house cuts out a lot of my friends as suspects cause hell, we like food and them shellfish is good eating. I too am all for a good prank, but food comes first damnit.
Plenty of people were named as possible culprits and I'd have thought so too, until the next incident...
