the trap

The blog received this email from another anonymous tortured soul .....I thought this tale also was too frightful and dreadful...it brought tears to mein eyes...but you young people know best, as the master reassures me...he ordered me to post it...

'Once upon a time long long ago(20 years at least)
I knocked about with a kid who lived in the split levels at Hazeley Way...at that time there were fields leading to the newly built Kingston Park Industrial Estate...after a while there was a path across the fields forged by workers who worked there...He told me this tale:
' Me and(name removed by blog admin) noticed that Mr(name removed by blog admin)who lived in Hazeley Way always returned home at 5:30pm after work via the path across the field, regular as clockwork...my mate(name removed by blog admin) said 'wouldn't it be funny if we dug a trap on the path so that Mr(name removed by blog admin) unsuspectingly fell in it and suffered shock, pain & suffering?'...so that is what we did...dug a hole, deep enough for a man to fall down in, camouflaged it with twigs/grass then went back to his house to watch what would happen out the back windows of the T1 split levels top bedroom(the bedroom without any heating)..sure enough Mr (name removed by blog admin)came walking up the path at 5:30...sure enough the trap worked...he fell down the hole...Mr (name removed by blog admin) was not a happy man..he climbed out, shouting and bawling expletives, angry shaking of fists, to no one in particular... a pointless soliloquy...(mute mouthings on an arctic wind as we were at least 200m away in the bedroom behind the window...but we saw all...)...ha ha ha!'