![]() The insides were nice and fit perfectly with the house. I stayed quiet and followed him inside his older home. The Man smiled and said finally he told me to not make a sound and to follow him. I knew where I was and could feel but again it was like my body was out of my control. My head was spinning and my body went sort of numb feeling and I do not know what happened to me. I normally would say no but I had to do something. It was a hot summer day so the man offered me some ice tea that he was sipping on his porch. His voice was smooth and my head was feeling very dizzy. He was talking about his flowers and I was kind of standing there. Then came the one day when I was doing my route and once again came to the older man’s house. I had over the years build a nice big beefy body. The best part about my job being a single mailman was I was able to go to the gym all the time. He would meet me outside on the pouch every day to get his mail and chat for a bit with me. There was a single man older who lived there around 60′s something. It beautiful house one of those massive old Victorian-era ones. There was this one house that was large and never looked like it was past its heyday. I loved it and sure I was single and 34 but I was loving my life. See it started back a year ago when I was an average mailman delivering mail on the same route as always door to door. It was never supposed to happen but only in horror movies but here I am stuck in one forever.
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