312. The man who fell from the skies

 'It was Christmas eve. In the middle of the afternoon, maybe 3:30 or something. We were all downstairs chatting and preparing food. Enjoying drinks. The atmosphere was peaceful and relaxed, the kind of atmosphere that you feel just before the party. Expectation in the air.'

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'Suddenly. BANG. A really loud dull thudding noise. Everyone jumped and turned in the direction of the noise. That was when everyone saw it. Well, him.'

'A man had literally fallen from the skies.'

'A man had just fallen from the skies and was lying on the patio stones in a pool of blood. There was even blood coming out of his ears. I saw it. He was lying there and had literally crashed from the skies, fell straight down onto our patio. We opened the door and he was in a really bad state, motionless.'

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'We called the emergency services. The police came and while the doctors took the man away, the police asked us questions and had a look around. Then they all left and we scrubbed the blood off the patio.'

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'We found out that he lives two doors down from us. Was he just out on the roof for a breath of fresh air? A smoke because he is not allowed to smoke inside? Out to get into houses through top floor windows and skylights? The police had just some random ideas, no more. A week later he was back! Smoking a fag in the street! C even spoke to his girlfriend to find out what had happened. Nothing logical came out of the conversation.'

This story is my neighbours story. Not mine. But it is a true story!