You’re delivering pizzas one night and you’re taken to an address far outside of town. So far, in fact, that you’re not sure why your store took it. You call back to your manager and he acts a little odd when you ask about the address. “Just deliver the pizza,” he says in a firm voice that lets you know no further explanation will be given.
When you get there, you step out of the car and approach the front gate, an eerie wrought-iron closure that leads to the courtyard. What happens next?
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Lynda McKenna Says:
You’re delivering pizzas one night and you’re taken to an address far outside of town. So far, in fact, that you’re not sure why your store took it. You call back to your manager and he acts a little odd when you ask about the address. “Just deliver the pizza,” he says in a firm voice that lets you know no further explanation will be given.
When you get there, you step out of the car and approach the front gate, an eerie wrought-iron closure that leads to the courtyard. The gate swings open to admit you as if guided by some unseen hand.
As you follow a darkened path small lights light in front of you with each step. “This is just too spooky,” you utter under your quickening breath. Your eyes, now wide with fear, stare up at the huge oaken door and the not too subtle knocker of wrought iron. The strange little gargoyle stares down at you, grinning obnoxiously.
The door swings open and a stern-faced butler cants his head and waits. “Pizza delivery. $10.99, please.” The door opens wider and he steps aside allowing you into the small entryway. “Wait here, please.”
You hear music and laughter from somewhere beyond the hall; the voice is like listening to spring water over rocks and you find it hard to stay in one place and not follow it’s lilting sound. You’re ensnared by the echo of it in your head and your heart beats a cadence in your chest.
You start to follow the sound and before you can find the correct room, the butler appears with your money. You curse under your breath, smile, take the money and find your way back to the front door, vowing you will find the person attached to that beautiful voice, if you have to deliver a pizza every day until you do.
Posted on February 13th, 2010 at 7:25 pm
Stacey Says:
I peered through the wrought iron gate wondering what kind of a place this was. There wasn’t a knocker, so I began searching for a bell or some way to let my presence be known. I pulled out my cell phone, tempted to call my manager back and insist he was crazy for sending me out here, but I thought better of it and put my cell phone back in my pocket. Finally, for lack of any better ideas, I called out.
“Hello? Someone order a pizza?” I sounded so cliche, but I was truly at a loss. I started to seriously consider leaving the pizza at the gate and calling it good.
“Hello? Pizza delivery. Anybody there?”
Somewhere in the distance I heard a door creak open. A figure approached in the darkness. At first I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman.
“Hey there. Someone ordered a pizza. The total is $12.50.” The person, a woman I now knew, made no response. She was dressed conservatively, but I had half expected her to be a nun. She pulled a large, heavy key out of her pocket and unlocked the gate. It swung open slowly as though it hadn’t been opened in a good long while.
“Follow me.” I was starting to get seriously weirded out.
“Look, lady, all I want to do is deliver this pizza and get back to work. The total is $12.50.” I was resolved to get this over with, but one withering look from her and I somehow knew I no longer had a choice.
“Please, come this way.” She turned and I followed.
Posted on February 28th, 2010 at 5:04 pm
Lisa Says:
The wrought iron gate leading to a large courtyard looked eerie. What should I do? I rang up my manager. “Just deliver the pizza!” he barked.
The butler led me to the house where a vivacious girl in a nineteen-twenties style dress welcomed me and left me a generous tip. I could hear the sounds of a party coming from upstairs.
I was about to leave when I heard screaming from another room. The butler saw my face and tried to quickly usher me out but I dragged his arm away from me and rushed up the stairs.
I opened the door. A young couple turned to me. “Hello,” one of them said. “We were watching a creepy movie because we got tired of the party, but now we’re sick of the film. Come and join the party!”
The party changed my life. I am no longer delivering pizzas for a living!
Posted on April 7th, 2010 at 7:55 pm