It's been almost thirteen months that Clyde's wife'd left him. He was sitting on the couch being miserable and all. He felt that the walls were getting closer and closer and that dingy apartment was going to eat him alive any second. He decided to go out for a walk. After walking for two hours, he realized he's standing in front of Bonnie's house; his friend from high school. ''Should I knock? It's been ages since we've seen each other. Talk 'bout awkward'', thought Clyde. "The hell with it. What's the worse that could happen?'', said Clyde.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door was opened with a creak and there stood Bonnie. ''The most popular girl in Whitewoods High''. They hugged and looked at each other; as if they were in a high school reunion. They skipped the formalities and after drinking a bottle of vodka, Clyde was ready to leave, return to his dreary house, go to sleep and wake up with a b**ch of a headache the next morning. Bonnie, being the wise one, didn't let him leave like that. His inebriated a$$ needed some help, after all. ''I am glad you came tonight. It gets lonely here sometimes'', said Bonnie. ''Yeah, I was losin' my mind in that hellhole. Thanks for havin' me'', said Clyde. ''Will you stop it? That's what friends are for. Kill some time here'', said Bonnie. ''Sure do. Appreciate it.'', said Clyde. ''You see, I'm gonna be so busy in the morning, Clyde. In the closet, there's a blanket or two. It get's cold in the middle of the night. Your room's upstairs'', Bonnie said.
''Okay, then. Good night, Bonnie.''
''Sleep tight, Clyde.''
It was almost 2 a.m. that Clyde started to think about the conversation. It sent chills down his spine. He opened the window, grabbed his b*lls and ran for the hills.
There's no place like home, after all.
Now, riddle me this: What made him do such thing?
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Well, I'm an evil mastermind. Dunno 'bout the genius situation, though. :P
Applause for you!
This kind of riddle remind me of an old movie which is revealed the name of the killer was an abbreviation of his victim's names.
You're right. It's time. Appreciate your enthusiasm, though, kiddo.
Here it goes:
''I am glad you came tonight. It gets lonely here sometimes.
Will you stop it?
Kill some time here,
You see, I'm gonna be so busy in the morning, Clyde.
In the closet, there's a blanket or two.
Your room's upstairs,
Sleep tight, Clyde.''
Bonnie's choice of words was her biggest mistake, or Clyde'd be six feet under. What a shame. Well, there you have it. Plus, ''You see, I'm gonna be so busy in the morning, Clyde.'' is all kinds of creepy, ain't it?
Go ahead, sweety! Tell us the truth -or you wait for someone, maybe- I may can't solve anything but that not reason to blame my self afterwards, lol xD
Oh, dear. I have no ''evens'' to ''can't''.
I am sorry, I can't kick myself xD
Hahahahaha! You crack me up, Peppo.
Yes, He's gettin' it. But that's not what I have in mind. I mean the answer is right there!
P.S. Fellas, lemme know if it's too much. I can give ya the answer happily. But, y'all gonna kick yourselves for givin' up that easy.
well, I am not good on this, lol xD
I thought Frank has guessed it right, hasn't he?
"You'd be surprised what woulda happened if he didn't realize the hidden message behind that conversation."
what would be? would be bonnie need another blanket on the closet?
Ah, come on, Eva. You'e a smart gal. You can do it.
Hint: Read The Conversation Again.
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