Chapter 9: Monsters and Delivery MenChris woke up to an incredibly annoying sound. It bore into his brain only to bounce around in there. It wasn’t his alarm clock. It was Sunday, and he was sleeping in, plus his alarm didn’t sound like that.
Stumbling out of bed, he wrapped the cover around him. It wasn’t until he exited the bedroom, he realised the sound was his doorbell. He’d hardly ever heard it before. If anyone wanted to talk to him, they came to the shop, not up here.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he opened the door.
“Erm…yes?” Chris stared at the grey-haired man dressed in a dark-blue jacket with Pet-Express written on the sleeve.
“Chris Hart?”
“Yes.” Chris wondered if he was dreaming when the man held out a tablet for him to sign. “What’s this?”
The man motioned towards
