“The Pizza Boy”

             

 I am a Henna. I live in Washington with my friend. We both are from Cape Town and are living here for study. 

 One day I was alone at home. My friend went outside for some work. She called me and said that she is very hungry and will reach home in forty minutes. You order something to eat. After that, I called the pizza shop and ordered two pizzas. Then I got busy with studying.

After thirty minutes the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw there was a pizza boy. He wore a hat. He tried to hide his face with the hat. He was looking very strange. I took the pizza from him and said;

 "Stay here I give you cash." 

 Then I returned and took out the money from my bag.  I came back to the door and got surprised to see he was gone. I was surprised why he didn't take his money?

I shrugged off my shoulders and closed the door.

The night came. I went to my room to dozing. The window of my room opens in the garden. I saw a shadow in the garden. I peeked out into the window but there was nothing. So I closed the window and lay on my bed. Soon I went to deep sleep. 

Suddenly my eyes were opened due to someone shrieking. I realized the voice was of my friend and coming from her room. Quickly I jumped from the bed and went to my friend's room. I knocked on the door, my friend opened the door. She was so scared. I asked her “what happened”? She told me she saw a man in her window, he was trying to enter the room. I couldn’t see his face. He wore a hat and he tried to hide his face with it. Suddenly a pizza boy came into my mind.

“Where he went now”? I asked her.

“I don't know where he went. I think he is still here in our house”. She replied with fear. 

Then I told my friend about a pizza boy. “It might be that man”. I expressed my doubts.

“But what he wants from us”? She got surprised.

“How can I tell? I saw him just one time when he came to pizza delivery”. I replied.

Then I peeked out from the window and got shocked to see there was a pizza box lying near the window. I picked up the box and closed the window. We opened the box and saw a creepy thing. It was someone’s chopped hand and there was a piece of pizza in the hand. We much shocked. That night was very terrible for us.

The next day I received a call from an unknown number. I picked up a call but no response from another side. So I disconnected it.

After a couple of seconds, there was another call from the same number. But this time someone was saying, “Do you want pizza? I can deliver it to you. It’s free the same as last night.” I was shocked and said,

“Who are you? And what you want?” He laughed loudly and replied, “I just want to offer you a pizza”.

“I don't want a pizza,” I said and disconnected the phone. It did scare me. I told to my friend, she said we should call the police.

“But I think we should ignore him if he does any kind of abuse acts again then we’ll call the police.”  

  I didn’t agree with her.

Following night we listened to a sound in our garden. We both were not sleeping. He dropped a pizza box again and ran. My friend picked it up and opened it; there was another severed hand with a piece of pizza. We got very scared. So we called the police. 

Almost in ten minutes, the police arrived at our home. We told the whole story to the police about the pizza boy and showed them the chopped hands. After that, the police inspector contacted the pizza shop and asked about the delivery boy. The shop owner said we fired him because he did a robbery in our shop.

The next day police arrested him somewhere. Then he told the police that he wanted to draw some money from us by intimidating us.

And that is the truth, he truly scared us.