Snippet #1649854

Matt fumbled around for his keys in the dark outside his friend's home. He had been staying there ever since the fire. When he finally managed to get the correct key and get it in the lock, he pushed on the door a little too hard and fell to the floor on the other side. By the time he managed to stand, the lights were flipped on and Thomas was standing in the hallway with a bat. He sighed in relief at the sight of his drunken friend. "Damn man!" Thomas shouted. "You scared the shit out of me, Matt!"

Matt blinked several times, adjusting to the light. "Sorry, man," he mumbled. "I had a few jrinks an' a libble troutle wif da door." He grabbed the door trying not to lose his balance. Before he knew it he fell to the floor unconscious.

Matt awoke several hours later. He had been moved to his bed and was still dressed the same clothes as last night. The sun hardly came into his room through his dark curtains. It was nice. He could barely see a thing. It helped to keep him calm, what with the loss of his wife and daughter only two weeks ago. He reached to his side and turned on the light. He swung his legs off the bed and stepped onto the floor. Crouching down, he opened the drawer of his bedside table. As he opened, he started to reach a hand in, but he paused. His bottle of whiskey was gone. It was a good thing he had stopped getting hangovers since the first time he got blackout drunk, or else, he would be more than extremely annoyed right now.

Annoyed, he stood back up and walked to his closet. He opened it up, and his mini-fridge was gone. "Damn it, Thomas!" He opened his door and made his way to the kitchen. He saw all of his bottles next to the sink, empty. He walked over and a note caught his eye. The note read:

Matt, you need to quit the drinking. I did this for you, buddy. We'll talk some when I get home from work.

Matt just looked at the empty bottles and walked over to the table to sit down. An envelope caught his eye. It was addressed to him. A little confused, he picked it up to examine it. "No return address..." Out of pure curiosity he opened it. Anything to distract him from the situation. Reaching in, he pulled out a letter and a card. It had some sort of world logo on one side and a fingerprint on the other. It said to call customer service. "Hmm... No number."

Tossing the card onto the table, Matt took a look at the letter. After reading through the letter, he sat in thought for a moment. His first thought was that someone on /b/ had managed to get his address and name. However, for the sake of a distraction, he made his way to the computer. After looking up various phrases, mostly from the last paragraph, he gathered that whoever had sent this letter was just another end of the world nut.

Despite this, Matt felt like he was missing something. He looked through the letter once more. His mind then wandered back to the card. There had been no number for customer service. His eyes went to the top of the letter to see the date. There was something wrong. It was missing a single digit in the year. It seemed to leave it with seven numbers. Pulling out his cell, he dialed 180-8201. He got nothing. Hanging up the phone, he scanned the letter for more. 13 and 16 caught his eye. With those numbers added, it left a full number, area code and all. Searching the area code, it came up as a Hawaiian number. "Alright, maybe this will be interesting. Probably some troll." He dialed in 1-808-201-1316.