It was a windy and stormy day, a day not fit for man or beast. The house was old and weather worn and in sore need of painting. The windows were dirty and streaked by the weather. The old woman who lived there was in poor health, and she could no longer go up or down stairs. Consequently, neither the upper or lower floors were in use. She lived (or rather existed) on the first floor. She had an elder lady who helped her to cook and clean, but she was in rather poor help herself.
But on the day in question, her help was away on some errand when the telephone, and on the line, a gravelly voice with a strange accent said: "I am de Viper. I am coming." The old lady was terrified! She fell back into her chair, but just then, the light all went out, plunging the house into darkness. There were flashes of lightning and claps of thunder all around. She found some candles to light up the house a little but then the phone rang again.
"I am de Viper. I be der soon." The connection terminated. The old lady was scared out of her wits! She tried to call 911 but the phone remained silent . She fearfully retreated to a back corner of the house, fearing the worst.
Much too soon, there was a banging on the door. The old lady cowered in her corner, too frightened to even move. Then the banging stopped, but only for a short time. Then it started up again, and then nothing. The old lady was too frightened to even scream. Then, just as suddenly, the door burst open and a tiny old man with a familiar gravelly voice entered the house saying: "I am de Viper und I come to vash and vipe de vindows."
