Posted by Eyes Only at host81-132-29-137.in-addr.btopenworld.com on January 09, 2004 at 12:19:23:
In Reply to: Joke off 2004 posted by AshFan on January 09, 2004 at 11:49:12:
: ...and you asked for this, so no apologies.....
An internet whizz kid made his first $25 million by the time he was 15... He took advice as to what sort of investment to make.... "You can't go worng with property..." He wound up buying this sprawling mansion in Maine. It had the lot.... East Wing, West Wing, enclosed courtyard, five storeys, indoor pool, outdoor pool. It had also been pretty well modernised.
He decided to move in immediately and chose to sleep in the grand master bedroom at the extreme west end of the West Wing. He got to sleep pretty easily considering that he was in a strnage bed in strange surroundings. He slept well until about 2am, when he was awoken by an odd noise...
Rap. Rap. Rap.
The sound seemed to me omnidirectional...
He opened the bedroomn door and listened.
Rap. Rap. Rap.
He went down the corridor and listened at the head of the stair.
Rap. Rap. Rap.
He went down into the dining room...
Rap. Rap. Rap.
He tried both kitchens...
Rap. Rap. Rap.
The drawing room...
Rap. Rap. Rap.
The gun room...
Rap. Rap. Rap.
The billiards room....
Rap. Rap. Rap.
He went all over the house. Everywhere he went he heard this devilish sound. Rap. Rap. Rap.
At last, down in the very lowest level of the sub basement, he found a door which seemed to have been sealed off for ages. He listened intently. Sure enough, the sound was a bit louder...
Rap. Rap. Rap.
He cast around him and found an old pickaxe. He set to, smashing down the door...
RAP. RAP. RAP.
He burst into the room...
RAP. RAP. RAP.
All was in darkness...
RAP. RAP. RAP.
He went in search of a torch, finsing one in the servats' kitchen...
RAP. RAP. RAP.
He went back into the room...
RAP. RAP. RAP.
And there, in the furthest, darkest corner....
A mouse!
Eep!
RAP. RAP. RAP.
The mouse was sitting on......
Yes, a piece of wrapping paper.