"Have you introduced yourself yet?" Bryan asked his wife, as he
removed his coat and draped it over the back of the chair.
Gloria made no reply. Her eye's firmly fixed on the house across
"They'll think you're nosy if they spot you spying on
them," Bryan added walking over and placing a kiss on her cheek.
"I can't help it," she replied, pulling away from the
window at last. "There's something not right about them," She
added, giving Bryan a hurried peck on the cheek, before scurrying
out to the kitchen to fetch his tea.
When she returned and Bryan was happily eating she
sat in her arm chair, her attention drawn once more to the house
across the street.
"So you going to tell me why you think there's
something wrong with them?" Bryan asked, as he forked up more of
his delicious steak and kidney pie.
"Well for a start they've taken nothing but chairs
and a couple of tables inside."
"Maybe they're into the whole minimalist look." Bryan
replied with a smile.
"It's all black. I thought minimalists liked
everything white and clean and anyway even minimalists need to
sleep surely. Plus it's not just a few chairs! Its stacks and
stacks of chairs and that's not all! There have been wooden
crates, lots of rope, and I even saw the woman carrying what
looked like... well, body bags and I don't mean just one or two,
she had a whole arm full of them." Gloria added.
Bryan shook his head and gave as sigh. "Have you
heard yourself?" he asked. "Think about it Gloria. There just
moving into a new house. The crates will be there things, and the
bags well I guarantee what you saw was just those protective bags
you can buy full of clothes."
"Shovels!" Gloria cried. "Now they've got bloody
"We have shovels." Bryan jumped in. "Probably every
single house along here has a shovel or two. There moving in
Gloria. I doubt this is their first home. You're just being
But Gloria was not happy and spent the rest of the
night gazing out of the window anxiously.
As her small clock chimed eight she spotted a group
of people slowly walking down the street. As they drew closer she
saw that it was four men and a woman. They were all dressed in
black and white. The only colour a red tie dangling from the
Gloria watched intrigued as they made their way to
the house across the street and watched as the door was opened
just wide enough for the group to slip inside one at a time.
She said nothing to Bryan afraid that he would just
laugh at her again but instead sat and watched closely. Soon more
and more people began to arrive, all came quietly and all, bar a
few of the lady's, were dressed in black and white
"Ruth say's they have an American accent." Bryan said
suddenly causing Gloria to jump.
"I bet there furniture has just been delayed." He
But Gloria again did not reply. Instead she gazed
eyes wide out of the window at two large men who stood at the
door of the neighbours house a large crate at their feet, out of
which they each pulled a very large gun. Gloria was no expert on
guns but she was certain that these were machine guns. Her hand
flew to her mouth as she watched the door open and the crate
disappear inside with the two men.
Gazing at the lit up windows of the house she waited
baited breath and then to her horror she saw some of the guest
raise their hands into the air each one waving a machine gun in
Without a word to Bryan she rushed to the hall and
snatched up the phone hurriedly stabbing nine-nine-nine.
Tracey screamed as suddenly the door was smashed
"Police, get down, get down, on the floor," she heard
someone bellow from the front door.
People screamed as armed officers filled the house.
Tracey just stood there frozen to the spot. Her gun clutched in
"Drop it!" an officer yelled pointing his gun at her.
"Drop the gun!" He added again this time the command
sinking in as she dropped the gun onto the floor.
"There not real. There not real." Ryan called from
where he laid on the floor his hands behind his head as an
officer pinned him in place.
"It's our house warming," he added. As the officers
spotted the body bags heaped up and clearly not empty on the two
large, black tables at one end of the room.
They took in the collection of nooses hanging from
the ceiling around the room, and the huge unmarked crates piled
in a corner.
Moving through to the next room, they eyed the
collection of chairs all facing a podium, the head man Robertson
"What do you think?" he asked one of his men, who
stood beside him.
"It looks dodgy." The man replied.
Snatching up a gun Robertson eyed it. "It's fucking
plastic," he snapped then stormed over to the body bags and
slowly unzipped one. Gazing at the contents he hurriedly unzipped
another and then another, but they were all the same. Nothing
more than blow up dolls. There was nothing illegal about that.
Then moving over to the crates he removed the lid
with ease. Repeating the process with every single one until he
was certain they were all empty.
"It's a house warming party." Tracey snarled seeing
the look of disappointment on Robertson's face. "The theme is the
Once all the policeman had left along with the
helicopter they had scrambled the Petachi's and their guests
slowly made their way back inside all muttering amongst
Ryan moved to the window and pulled the curtains
before turning to his attention back to his guests.
"Right you lot," he snapped a crowbar in his hand.
"Let's get the real body's boxed up and shifted." And with that
he pulled up the floor boards and with the help of a few of his
friends began to pull up the dead body's that were hidden
"I told you it would work." Tracy said draping an arm
around his shoulders. "There's always one nosey old bat in a
street and now the cops think we're having a themed party they
won't be back in a hurry," She added with a smirk.