The Ad Said 'Quiet'
The day a hurricane moved into my quiet home
For three years, I have lived alone in a small but apartment.
Everything had its place, and I liked it that way.
However, the had slowly become too heavy for one person.
So I posted an ad online that said clearly, "Quiet, wanted."
I have always believed that a calm home makes a calm mind.
The next morning, a man knocked loudly and through my door.
"Hi, I'm Luka, and I have been waiting my whole life for this room!" he shouted.
He was carrying a broken umbrella, three heavy boxes, and a small, buzzing machine.
His hair was , his smile was huge, and his voice was incredibly loud.
"Did you read the ad?" I asked nervously. "It said 'quiet'."
"Quiet is boring," he replied , dropping a box on my clean floor.
Luka told me proudly that he had been an for ten years.
He explained that he had never sold a single invention, but that success was near.
I have met strange people before, yet I had never met anyone quite like him.
Honestly, I wanted to say no immediately and close the door.
But his half of the would solve my money problem at once.
So, against my better judgement, I nodded slowly and shook his hand.
Within an hour, wires and tools had spread across the whole living room.
He worked quickly, talked , and hummed loudly while he built something.
"Don't worry, Ken. You'll notice me," he said with a .
I already knew, deep down, that this was a terrible mistake.
That night, I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling.
Suddenly, a bright blue light flashed under my door.
Then, from the living room, Luka's machine began to beep faster and faster.