One day, I was walking around in my neighborhood when I saw three dudes in an alleyway talking to eachother. They were all wearing black hoodies, sunglasses, and face masks so I couldn’t see their faces. I decided to walk into that mysterious, dark and totally safe alleyway because I was bored. (And since I am writing this, you can figure out that I survived) But when I tried to say hi they stared at me and back at eachother, whispering something to eachother. I saw one of their wallets drop out of their pockets on to the ground and I did the think most normal people would do, take the wallet and start running. I was out of breath so I hid under a random porch I saw and the anonymous guys run right beside me, I found a piece of crumbled paper in the wallet that said “Call me now! ;D”. Next to it was a phone number with the last number of it erased off. So I did the most normal thing. First of all I got out that filthy porch. (Like what did you expect me to do, stay there and get dirty and get a scolding from my momma?) Then I randomly put in the last number. When I got to the number 4, a text to speech voice told me that they were “Anonymous”, a secret hacker group. They told me that this was their special number and to enter in the secret code so I can talk to the upper management. I took out the crumbeled paper and there was a number under the actual phone number. I tried putting that in and it worked. And that is why I am here in this dark room.
-Okay, if i got that right you have a wallet, right?
-Yes.
Check it.
-Why?
I checked the wallet and there it was, a pocketknife. I tried to cut the rope on my foot (my feet were tied) but when I opened the pocketknife I saw a crumbed paper inside it. It said “Happy Birthday” and the friend that was talking to me moments ago got up and told everyone to get in. That was my strangest birthday and will be my strangest birthday forever.
Or will it?