I saw a white van parked on our front lawn (this would be an impossible task due to the fact we live on a hill, we have a concrete retaining wall keeping our front lawn from pouring onto the sidewalk and street below, and the only way to access our yard is by steps). I was heading outside through the front door anyway (I never go out that way because it makes the dogs bark...I almost always exit the back door) and I see a woman coming up the steps. She is maybe my age or older, very tall, skinny, wrinkled, chinless, sharp features, dark blonde (dyed) hair turning grey tied up in a bun. She sort of has a Flo the waitress look, but more sour looking and more officious and professional. I ask her if she is here for the countertop, but she starts into some spiel. I can't really make out what she is talking about, so I ask her again if she is here about the countertop. Again, she is evasive. I am looking outside and see some guy, maybe high school age or older hanging out on top of our retaining wall. I also notice that we have a large black iron fence (modern style, not old fashioned wraught iron) going across the top of the entire area of the retaining wall, and with a gate at the top of our steps. I yell at him and tell him to get the f___ out of our yard. I am then really testy at this point, so I am firm with the skinny woman and ask her once again, if this has anything to do with the countertop, yes or no. She still does not answer me directly, so I start to close the door on her. I am having trouble with the locking mechanism on our door, so I struggle with this for a while, in the mean time she is writing out a note to me. I then close her out and go into the kitchen, where I see chartreuse draperies layed out on the chairs. These obviously do not belong to me, and I wonder what is going on. I also see some papers with the draperies. I pick them up and glance at them. They are written on lined notebook paper in black ink, in sort of an angry punk-like uppercase scrawl. I don't read them, but in glancing at them I notice it is all in reference to me, and very delusional. I gather that whoever wrote this has me wrapped up in some delusional fantasy where they believe I'm the devil or some such nonsense, or that I play into some apocalyptic vision of theirs. I look down the hallway and notice that the front door is wide open. I go to close it and the skinny lady is still out there, and she hands me a note that she's written. I lock her out of the house and quickly look at the note, and it explains more about this person's delusions and how I play into them. I realize the skinny woman was some sort of messenger sent to present me these notes in person (as opposed to over the web), as I would be more likely to accept the message from someone in person. Not bloody likely.

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