Guys, I’m starting to worry about Ventmin. I was outside on my porch recently when I heard our big front window crack. I went inside to investigate and found no evidence of someone doing it deliberately. There was no earthquake that day either. Later on that evening, I heard a “tap tap tap tap tap”.
“Is that you, Ventmin?”
silence
“Ventmin? We haven’t talked in a while. Is everything alright?”
more silence
I was starting to get worried! I know I heard him tapping!
TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP
“Ventmin, I know that’s you, let’s talk!”
I grabbed a stool and put it under the vent so I could look in and see what was happening. There was Ventmin, bound and gagged with bruising all over his head. I yanked off the grate of the vent and untied him and took the tape off of his mouth.
“I’m... not... alone in here...”
