THE RICH Murray family was going on vacation to the U.S.A. Before departing they made arrangements for their unoccupied house to be secured. The police in the community outpost were made aware of their absence and were paid an incentive to keep an eye on the house.
Next door to them lived the Kallicharrans. Mr. Murray organised with them to put food, fruits, nuts and milk into his house through a small opening in the back door that allowed access to dogs and cats. He told them it was for a pet cat and monkey. Little did the Kallicharrans know that they were feeding two baccoos.
The Murrays flew out of the country the next day. Every day the required food was put into the house. Twice per week, the police patrol visited and ensured that all was well. Then things went wrong in a big way.
The Kallicharrans had a family emergency and had to be away for a week. In the haste, they completely forgot about feeding the ‘cat and monkey’. That was when all sorts of crazy things began to happen. Loud noises, voices and expletives were heard coming from the empty house.
Soon after that bricks, bottles and stones were hurled on the house and those of the next door neighbours. Windows were shattered and roofs bombarded. The police were summoned. They checked the house and found nothing there.
Things continued to get worse. Fruits and other items were stolen from neighbours. One angry neighbor got a slap for venturing onto the property of the Murrays. He ran home followed by a hail of bricks. The police were called in again.
They arrived armed and ready to confront the thief or burglar. The house was searched again. Nothing. When they were about to leave a cop heard some sort of humming coming from a closet. He called his colleagues and they approached it with caution. When the door was thrown open they saw a short man sitting there and glaring at them.
No one can remember exactly what transpired after that. Shouts were heard, shots were fired, and screams of agony erupted from the house. To the utter shock of the neighbours who had gathered to see the action, the police patrol exited the house in all possible ways. Upstairs windows and doors were put to good use. Left behind were weapons, a few shoes, caps and parts of a few uniform shirts. The beaten group withdrew to the outpost. A call was made to the owner of the home. As soon as he heard that the Kallicharrans were out of town he realised what had happened. He immediately hopped on a plane and flew home to fix things.
No sooner had he entered the house when blows began to fall on him. He exited in an undignified heap landing hard on his butt. He bought plenty of milk, nuts, banana and fruits and put them into the hole. He still was not allowed to enter the house. In desperation, he visited a ‘spiritualist.’ After parting with a substantial amount of cash, he accompanied the ‘spiritualist’ to his home.
The man entered alone and spent the better part of two hours there. When he emerged he had captured both spirits in two separate bottles. These bottles were buried far away. Peace returned to the home and neighbourhood.
As for the rich Murray family, all their wealth seemed to dwindle. Soon the rich became the poor.