Ed, a census taker, approaches a farm and plans on having the owner fill out a census form. As he knocks on the door to the dilapidated piece of property, he's greeted by this tall man who looks to be in his twenties and completely unstable. Sam picks Ed up, who happens to be a midget, and carries him into the house. Although Ed is kicking and screaming to be put down, Sam ignores his visitor's pleas and decides to lock him in the clothes closet. Since Sam has taken the man's suitcase, Ed has no means to call anyone for help because his cell is mixed in with his paperwork.
Time elapses and Ed is breaking a sweat in this warm, dark and overcrowded closet. If only he could find something useful in there with him so he can try to break down the door or get some kind of help. He knows he has to work fast at getting out of this mess because as each minute passes, he can hear Sam going off on some crazy tangent that he found himself a Leprechaun. Finding no weapon to use to breakout, he starts kicking the nearby wall.
Does Ed succeed at kicking a hole in the wall so he can escape the crazy asylum he's being held captive in?
I must admit that I found this story most odd and even a bit disturbing. I felt that the story was just so far out there that I couldn't wrap my head around it. Because of this, I just couldn't get engrossed in it as I had hoped I would. Sadly, this story left me with more questions than answers in the end.
Door to door census taking has it's ups and downs on any day. There's no way to know what lies behind each front door. On one afternoon, things take a particularly strange and hazardous turn for one census worker. One of the houses on the route holds dark secrets and triggers events that will never be forgotten. A short story from our Fingerprints line.