[ WP ] Multiple sightings of a mystery man who goes to people 's doorstep just to smack people in the face . Victims who are smacked suddenly remember all their memories starting from childbirth . One day , he appears at your doorstep .

I had to check again. Shit, I was right. My eyes darted around the hall for something, anything, but my mind blanked. He rang the doorbell once more and through the peephole I could see him adjusting his leather gloves. It was quite obvious that he would n't leave until I opened the door. So I ran. 
 
 A good couple of kilometers into the woods behind my house I thought I had managed to lose him. But just as I slowed down I heard the sound of twigs and dry leaves being crushed behind me. I picked up the phase once more, keeping my sight forwards. The sound of cars was getting louder. Before I knew it I emerged from the forrest at a gas station I had never seen before. Thinking on my feet I jumped into the back of a taxi who was just done filling up and urged him to go. 
 `` Where to buddy? ``, he cheerfully asked, unaware of my pursuer. 
 `` Anywhere, but make it quick! ``, I replied. And off we went. Just as I was about to catch my breath I saw him in the rear-view mirror, smiling behind the wheel of a jet black convertible. 
 `` I've changed my mind; Take me to the airport! ``, I blurted out to the driver. Within the our I was up above the clouds. 
 
 Three weeks later I was getting ready for dinner ( tonight's special was Pig roast ). The shirt was almost glued to my skin in the tropical heat but I could n't change it now, it went perfectly with my new watch. Just as I was about to insert my contact lenses I heard a knock on the door. 
 `` Yes? ``, I shouted perplexed. 
 `` Room Service''. 
 `` I have n't ordered anything'', I said raising my proverbial eye brow. 
 `` Compliments of the house sir! This is your twentieth consecutive night staying with us and we would like to present a small gesture of our gratitude towards your continued patronage'', the man behind the door chirped obsequiously. As I opened the door I felt like the most gullible person on earth and when he slapped me across the face I fell to my knees. When the memories subsequently started flooding back I furiously banged my head on the wooden floor to make them go away. This was supposed to be all behind me.
