Stories of me and myself

Had a long day in school, which ended with a Moral Education seminar, after I was caught in the heavy heavy downpour.

Kel was quite nice, and picked me up. We ended up at his place for dinner, before I got hooked to the computer game and a snooze. During my snooze, something incredible happened. (No, I didn't transform into some butterfly to suck nectar out from some pretty flower, nor transform into some mosquito to sting those incorrigible students.)

There were urgent knocks on the main door, and Kel went to check it out. There was this dubious character (DC), claiming to be his dad's old acquaintance. He stated facts such as:

DC: I'm looking for your father.
Kel: He's not in.
DC: I know your father from very long ago... Why don't you let me in so that I can wait for him? *gasp*
Kel: No...
DC: Kelvin right? Your father is YK Lim right?
Kel: (Ponders with a very disturbed look... How come he knows my name?)
Kel: My father is not YK Lim.
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Dubious Character goes off... but returns five minutes later. This time he brings his wife, and motions his son to the door. (Don't go off imagining that the son is some little cute boy of age 5. The 'son' is tall, dark, (not handsome apparently), big size... He takes a look and shakes his head.

DC: Catholic right? Last time in Cantoment Road... some church... I am the pastor's helper ...(Hello, Catholics don't have pastors!)
DC: Your father used o work in nightclubs right?
Kel: My father was always a policeman.

Kel hurries to call his dad to verify, and to get him to return home quick.
When his dad returned, the DC came aknockin' again. But his dad confirmed that he did not know him, and chased him away, before shutting the door tight.

So how come there were some accurate details and some incorrect details?

1. DC got the name correct because while we were waiting for the lift, we happened to glance at the notice board and noticed a letter sitting there. Kel took a look at it, and surprisingly, it happened to be HIS! Some lazy fella must have taken it and not bother to slot it back into the letterbox.
   
2. Anyone can identify a Catholic home because of the crucifix on the door and when you peer into the house, you can tell easily too!

So what was the fella's motives? Hmmm, either he seriously got the wrong house... (but why was he so persistent, and still fumble over these 'facts'??) Or he belongs to some syndicate which is up to no good. Sigh.

We didn't dare to leave the house, for fear that his parents would fall for the trickster. And Kel was afraid that we would get kidnapped if we ventured out. Heh. In the end, we took a gigntic umbrella out with us for protection.

Solution: Kel suggests that if anyone encounters this, we should offer to take a photo of the person to verify. Capture his face. Say that we want to verify it. (And of course, it can also be used as evidence for 999. Heh.)