The other day I was at my friend's. At first I didn't notice anything odd... We were drinking tea and chatting. Everything was just fine. But then I realised that something was wrong, I heard some strange sounds coming out of closet. The house was turned upside down, the stuff was thrown all over the floor. It was very bizarre. I knew my friend was a radical pedant. He definitely would have never allow something like that to happen. It was uncanny. Dreadful chill ran up my back. I realised that all the time I was chatting with the complete stranger. And that explained all that curious sights of my "assumed friend", all his nervousness and anger and general bad mood when I woke him up, made myself cup of tea and sat comfortably at the couch. "Ok then" - I exclaimed "I guess I should go now..."
