I follow several established writers. One of these writers is Dean Koontz. One day I posted a comment to him. I said that I thought he and Stephen King should have a duel to the death. I was kidding, of course. I even said I thought Mr. King could take him even though he was somewhat older. I thought it was a funny comment and didn’t think much of it.
It was two days later when I spotted a black limousine parked at the curb outside my house. My first thought was that it was Publisher’s Clearing House coming to tell me that I had won. But when I stepped outside onto the porch to investigate the car took off. I was very disappointed. I really could have used the money.
That evening I had gone to Walmart to throw away some of my money. When I came out of the store I saw that same limousine taking off. I thought that was unusual, but not as much as what I saw when I got to my car. There sitting on the hood of my car was a Dean Koontz book. Watchers. The word on the cover was highlighted in yellow. Something told me then that something was wrong.
When I got back home I saw scraps of something strewn across my front lawn. It was paper. I figured some neighborhood kids must have thrown their trash in my yard. Maybe I had ticked some kid off because I wouldn’t give him his baseball back after it had gone through my window. On closer inspection I saw that it was the ripped and torn pages of a book. Actually more than one book. And then it hit me. I felt cold shivers run down my spine. These were the pages from two of Stephen King’s books.
I ran back into the house. I didn’t leave for two days. I didn’t get on the Internet at all. It was several days before I felt safe again. Since then there have been no more instances, and I have learned my lesson.