Simon Gatterly bought a large house on the corner of Plimpton Road and Lake Street. It was a new home on the edge of town. Behind it was a wide field that ran to a forest.
One day while sitting on his back deck watching the sun come down, an old man came out of the forest and made his way through the long yellow grass. The man came up to the back fence, climbed over it and walked up to Simon. Simon sat quietly as the old man approached.
“Hello,” Simon said.
“Hello,” replied the old man and kept walking up the back steps and into the house.
Simon stood up and went after him. “He must be lost,” he said to himself as he followed the old man into the house.
Simon looked about for him but he had disappeared. He looked in his bedroom to see if the old man was hiding in there. Simon found him. The old man was lying in bed falling asleep. The covers pulled over him. Simon was shocked. The old man who was covered in mud and filth, was falling asleep in the bed.
“What are you doing?” Simon yelled and pulled the covers back. The old man was still fully dressed and wearing his boots.
“Go away, I am sleeping,” the old man cried and tried to pull the covers up.
“No, come out of the bed!” Simon grabbed the old man by the arm and pulled at him, trying to force him out.
“Please let me sleep, let me sleep.”
“Come out old man, I’ll call someone to come and get you, come out of the bed.”
Simon forced the old man out and dragged him into the living room and put him on a chair. The old man was almost black with dirt. His hands were clodded with filth, his nails were black.
“I’ll call your family, what is their number?”
The old man gave the number and Simon called it.
“Hello?” Simon spoke into the phone. “What’s your name?” he whispered to the old man.
“Hello? Yes. I have had an old man wander into my house and his name is Arthur Pirdty. He gave me this number, do you know him?”
Simon listened to the answer and his mouth dropped open. “Dead? Buried a month ago?” Simon turned to look at the old man sitting next to him and screamed. He dropped the phone at his feet.
In the chair sat a corpse, the skin coming away from the bone, the mouth open in a silent scream.
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