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 Freelance writer Darryl Gilbert needs a place to stay after his girlfriend kicks him out. He finds an open spot not too far away as he reads in the classifieds. With a typewriter and a briefcase full of clothes he grabs a taxi after making a phone call to the person who placed the ad. When he arrives however, he gets more then he could have ever bargained for. As the owner is a delusional paranoid schizo that's got a few personalities other then Frank, the man who put the ad in the paper. His house is a death trap, booby trapped out the wazoo, as the writer gets trapped inside with the wacko, he just tries to survive until daylight when the alarm unlocks everything.

 A freelance writer has just found a new place to stay, and a new room mate. Only thing is, he doesn't know that his room mate is a delusional psychotic wacko, and that the home has been safe-proofed and booby trapped like it was about to be burglarized by a small militia. The writer doesn't get a warm welcome, and will be lucky if he even gets out alive. As this guy, is extremely wacko, doesn't like to ever leave his house and is constantly claiming people can't be trusted and he's prepared for the worst of the worst case scenarios.

 What the writer doesn't know, is that this guy has just ran out of his medication and is psychologist just had a heart attack and died just the other night. His illness is at full swing, and the writer doesn't know for sure if he should be settling down for the night, or running out the front door screaming for 911.

 "The house on the left", the man in the backseat says to the cab driver. The cab comes to a screeching halt rocking his passenger forward, the man smacks his face on the plexiglass-glass divider."Geez, where'd ya learn how to drive this thing ",asks the passenger. "Get out!", yells the cab driver. "Just pay me and then get out." The backseat passenger hands over the cab fee sliding out from the backseat and grabbing his only briefcase pulling it out hurriedly from the vehicle. As he shuts the door, the tires on the cab burn some hard rubber throwing black smoke in the man's face. He coughs and yells ,"I should report you, you crazy son of a bitch!"

 The cab stops instantly as the brakes slam tight the tires go "Errrr!" "Uh oh!", the man says to himself as he watches the cab begin to back up and turn around in the blink of an eye. The man begins running towards the front lawn of the house passing a filthy concrete bird bath statue and some hideous lawn gnomes. The cab rushes forward through the yard destroying both the gnomes and the statues as the man drops his briefcase and jumps for his life to the front porch of the house. The driver flips the bird out his side of the window pulling back out onto the road."

 The man lays face down on the front porch and glances back at the cab spitting fresh cut grass from his mouth turning towards the house as the front door opens and another man dressed in a red velvet robe holds a double barrel shotgun to his face."Who the fuck are you?", the other man in the robe demands to know. "Oh shit!", the man laying on the ground says to himself, I think I just pissed myself. Still laying on the ground with the barrel pointed at the back of his head he replies, "I'm Darryl Gilbert. I'm the guy that called and talked to you on the phone about the spare room for rent."

 "Oh.", says the man still holding the gun tightly to Darryl's head. "You got some I.D. on ya?", he asks. "Yeah I do.", Darryl says frightened. He reaches slowly into his back jeans pocket and pulls out his wallet and hands it to the man.  The man takes the wallet, still holding the shotgun to Darryl closely, looks at his I.D. then at him then back at his I.D. then hands his wallet back to him and puts the end of the shotgun down towards the ground.

 "Well nice to meet you Darryl, I'm Frank.", the man says holding his hand out for a handshake. Darryl shakes his hand slowly getting up from the ground he begins to wipe the dirt of his padded sleeved white blazer."Sorry about that. I just don't trust too many people these days.", Frank explains to Darryl. "You let your guard down for one second and you might just be a goner.", he continues on. "I take it ya wanna see the place?", Frank says. "If you don't mind, yeah, I'd love to see the place." , Darryl replies.

 "Well come on in and let me show ya around.", Frank demands. Frank and Darryl walk through the front door and Frank slams the door shut so hard that the glass almost breaks. Locking all five door locks and setting his security alarm just right after wards.

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