I had been waiting for the telephone to ring because my friend was going to call me and tell me my school results.
When the telephone buzzed, my heart started to pitter patter and hop to my mouth. It was not Sheena but a male voice spoke. The baritone drawled, I was hypnotised by the honeyed tone. He gently told me to put the phone on speaker. My sister and me stood attentively to listen to what he was going to say. He said he was the messenger of God and would like us to be his soldiers in fighting the force of evil. We were asked to collect all the gold and cash in the house and march towards the fort outside the town.
My sister Ramona is a strong person. She shooed me and took the receiver and told the voice that God’s will shall be obeyed. He told us to keep the phone on hold. My sister wrote that I should continue talking while she rang the police. She wrote down, ‘ don’t panic, Sweety’.
I told him that we were heading towards the fort. Actually, my sister had read about this hypnotising gang on Facebook a few days ago. They had been operating in Bengaluru and must have arrived in our town. She had her headphones on and was listening to music so had not come under his influence. Ramona called the police inspector and told him of the mysterious telephone call.
Next day, the police arrived at our doorstep and shook hands with father saying they had caught the gang before they had started their work in our town. He was very pleased and said would recommend our name for bravery awards. Ramona said with tongue in cheek that we all had Yo Yo Honey Singh to thank because had she not been listening to his songs she too would be hypnotised.
So sometimes Facebook and ‘ drunken singers’ too help. For once my father did not scold us about listening to bad songs.
I had been waiting for the telephone to ring because my friend was going to call me and tell me my school results.
When the telephone buzzed, my heart started to pitter patter and hop to my mouth. It was not Sheena but a male voice spoke. The baritone drawled, I was hypnotised by the honeyed tone. He gently told me to put the phone on speaker. My sister and me stood attentively to listen to what he was going to say. He said he was the messenger of God and would like us to be his soldiers in fighting the force of evil. We were asked to collect all the gold and cash in the house and march towards the fort outside the town.
My sister Ramona is a strong person. She shooed me and took the receiver and told the voice that God’s will shall be obeyed. He told us to keep the phone on hold. My sister wrote that I should continue talking while she rang the police. She wrote down, ‘ don’t panic, Sweety’.
I told him that we were heading towards the fort. Actually, my sister had read about this hypnotising gang on Facebook a few days ago. They had been operating in Bengaluru and must have arrived in our town. She had her headphones on and was listening to music so had not come under his influence. Ramona called the police inspector and told him of the mysterious telephone call.
Next day, the police arrived at our doorstep and shook hands with father saying they had caught the gang before they had started their work in our town. He was very pleased and said would recommend our name for bravery awards. Ramona said with tongue in cheek that we all had Yo Yo Honey Singh to thank because had she not been listening to his songs she too would be hypnotised.
So sometimes Facebook and ‘ drunken singers’ too help. For once my father did not scold us about listening to bad songs.
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A mysterious telephone call
I had been waiting for the telephone to ring because my friend was going to call me and tell me my school results.
When the telephone buzzed, my heart started to pitter patter and hop to my mouth. It was not Sheena but a male voice spoke. The baritone drawled, I was hypnotised by the honeyed tone. He gently told me to put the phone on speaker. My sister and me stood attentively to listen to what he was going to say. He said he was the messenger of God and would like us to be his soldiers in fighting the force of evil. We were asked to collect all the gold and cash in the house and march towards the fort outside the town.
My sister Ramona is a strong person. She shooed me and took the receiver and told the voice that God’s will shall be obeyed. He told us to keep the phone on hold. My sister wrote that I should continue talking while she rang the police. She wrote down, ‘ don’t panic, Sweety’.
I told him that we were heading towards the fort. Actually, my sister had read about this hypnotising gang on Facebook a few days ago. They had been operating in Bengaluru and must have arrived in our town. She had her headphones on and was listening to music so had not come under his influence. Ramona called the police inspector and told him of the mysterious telephone call.
Next day, the police arrived at our doorstep and shook hands with father saying they had caught the gang before they had started their work in our town. He was very pleased and said would recommend our name for bravery awards. Ramona said with tongue in cheek that we all had Yo Yo Honey Singh to thank because had she not been listening to his songs she too would be hypnotised.
So sometimes Facebook and ‘ drunken singers’ too help. For once my father did not scold us about listening to bad songs.
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I had been waiting for the telephone to ring because my friend was going to call me and tell me my school results.
When the telephone buzzed, my heart started to pitter patter and hop to my mouth. It was not Sheena but a male voice spoke. The baritone drawled, I was hypnotised by the honeyed tone. He gently told me to put the phone on speaker. My sister and me stood attentively to listen to what he was going to say. He said he was the messenger of God and would like us to be his soldiers in fighting the force of evil. We were asked to collect all the gold and cash in the house and march towards the fort outside the town.
My sister Ramona is a strong person. She shooed me and took the receiver and told the voice that God’s will shall be obeyed. He told us to keep the phone on hold. My sister wrote that I should continue talking while she rang the police. She wrote down, ‘ don’t panic, Sweety’.
I told him that we were heading towards the fort. Actually, my sister had read about this hypnotising gang on Facebook a few days ago. They had been operating in Bengaluru and must have arrived in our town. She had her headphones on and was listening to music so had not come under his influence. Ramona called the police inspector and told him of the mysterious telephone call.
Next day, the police arrived at our doorstep and shook hands with father saying they had caught the gang before they had started their work in our town. He was very pleased and said would recommend our name for bravery awards. Ramona said with tongue in cheek that we all had Yo Yo Honey Singh to thank because had she not been listening to his songs she too would be hypnotised.
So sometimes Facebook and ‘ drunken singers’ too help. For once my father did not scold us about listening to bad songs.
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