These are the instructions I received when I asked....





"The Unsubscribed"





The cold fog thickened noticeably as the newcomer hurried
towards his


destination. He pulled his heavy overcoat around his neck
a little more


tightly.? This part? of the city was not a place to
tarry.? Thieves and


whores were the only permanent residents here.? Even the
cops rolled


through these streets with a nervousness and an edge to
their normal


macho banter. Trouble and misery closed around everyone
who ventured


into this pustule of urban blight like a leech on a warm
vein.





"Darn!", he hissed under his breath as he
stepped on something soft that


squealed and skittered off into the darkness and dankness
of the mist.


It can't be much farther he thought.? It mustn't be much
farther.


The sickly yellow flicker of light from a street lamp
shone dimly


through the fog as he quickened his pace.





There it was.? The doorway seemed to be just blackness
without


definition.





As he got closer, two winos eyed him suspiciously through
bloodshot and


yellowed eyes.? He hustled past them, their breath
leaving a rank scent


that lingered on his clothes.? The door pushed inward and
the newcomer


was inside.





The room was smoky and dim.? The bar stank of liquor and
broken dreams.


Several tables decorated the periphery.? The man he had
come to see was


sitting at one of those tables and beckoned him over to
sit.? The man


was darkly clothed and utterly shapeless.? He might have
weighed three


hundred pounds... or he may have been only bone.? His
shape was


indecipherable.? The dark mans eyes were gazing down at
the dirty glass


in his hand, half filled with cheap whiskey.? He had been
reading a


glossy magazine filled with lurid and obscene images.? He
folded it


tenderly and stuffed it quickly into his coat pocket like
a vulture


gobbling a rotten piece of flesh.





"What is it you want of me?", the dark man
asked, not lifting his eyes


from the glass.? His voice rumbled deep in his belly like
a toad.





"I need you to tell me how to unsubscribe",
said the newcomer in as even


a tone as he could muster.





The dark man looked up from his glass slowly to gaze at
the newcomer.


His eyes were a pale watery blue.? And his gaze lingered
on the


newcomer.





"You wish to unsubscribe?", he said, with a
hint of amusement in his


voice but no trace of a smile on his thick pasty lips.?
"You come to me


with a need to unsubscribe?", he said, his voice
getting louder now and


any hint of amusement gone.? He sucked in his breath and
hissed through


his teeth spraying the newcomer with a repulsive mist of
spittle, "Why?


Tell me why it is that you wish to unsubscribe."





The newcomer felt fear now creeping up his spine.?
"I don't have the


time to sort through all the posts" he mumbled.





The dark man sat unmoved, his eyes stared at the newcomer
without


emotion. His eyes were cold and amphibian.





"And I sold the BMW and bought a Honda",
added the newcomer.





He realized in a heartbeat that he should not have said
that.? The dark


man had him by the throat with a quickness that seemed
otherworldly.


And the dark man squeezed that throat as the newcomer
wriggled and


squirmed in a voiceless scream.? The dark man pulled the
newcomers face


to his own until they nearly touched noses.? He breathed
his foetid



breath on the newcomer and a trickle of drool escaped his
mouth to plop


loudly on the table between them.





"Go!", he rumbled.? "Go now you
fool!", he bellowed.? "Run if you can.


It shall do you no good!? Once you have subscribed, all
hope of ever


unsubscribing is gone!? We will find you.? Your email is
now ours to


control.? Your email box will fill to bursting with our
messages.


And there is no hope for you.? There is no good deed you
can do to


change what you have done.? The Group will not be denied!"





And with that he released the newcomer who reeled and
staggered towards


the door, gagging and stumbling.? The dark man began to
laugh, a low


rumbling laugh that grew louder.? The newcomer fled up
the streets as he


had come with the croaking bellowing laughter chasing
him.? He was


doomed...





and he knew it.





The dark man sat back at the table in the dimly lit bar
and sipped at


his drink.







"I guess I could have just told him to go to the list and follow the instructions" he muttered
under his breath.


"No", he smiled to himself. "That would have been all too
easy." Still


chuckling to himself, he reached into his pocket and
pulled out the


magazine he had been reading before the newcomer
interrupted him. He


quickly thumbed through the slick and edge worn pages
until he found his


place. He never missed a single word of each and every
issue of



Martha Stewart Living...





Anonymous

thats excellent, had a similar experience trying to change mobile phone carriers .