Dear Wayne…

You are the only person who might believe what I am about to tell you. If you don’t then I guess I will just have to suffer in silence. The event (the nature of which I shall disclose shortly) occurred late on Thursday night at around 11pm on ‘Enero Avenue’ right here in Summerfield. I was walking home from the pub making sure to take the long route so, in my inebriated state, I could put a brick through the bus shelter on Enero Avenue. I picked up a brick and proceeded to hurl it right through the side of the shelter shattering the glass into what looked like a million pieces. I turned around to see a figure, about 8 feet tall looking down upon me. As it was dark and there was no light on its head, I couldn’t define any of the details on its face. I could however determine that its head was the size of a rather large pumpkin and his eyes were glowing like two jack-o-lanterns in the moonlight and its breath was hot and smelled of burning rubber. It had a very thin figure rather like a lanky basketball player and its shoulders slumped down so that his hands almost touched the floor. It made no sound as it picked me up and hurled me through the now empty space where the glass would have been on the bus shelter. As I landed on the shattered glass, I must have been knocked unconscious as when I awoke again, I was still lying on the pieces of glass however the shelter had been repaired and was as good as new. I looked at my watch; it was 11:35, and just 35 minutes ago the bus shelter window was smashed through. I phoned the council in the morning and I was told that no one had reported a bus shelter window being smashed and no one from the council had been assigned to fix it. I know you can’t do anything from New Zealand but I thought you might want to know about the strange goings on that night.

Yours Sincerely

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