I opened my mailbox and put the tail down. Taking out the envelope that I found in the mailbox, I looked around to see if there was anyone in the street. I looked at the envelope and realized that it didn't have a postage stamp on it, nor did it seem to have been stamped by a post office. Suddenly, I had a realization: What if the person who had been following me had been the one to put the envelope in my mailbox? I opened the envelope to find a small piece of paper, similar to the long, narrow pieces of paper that people use for shopping lists. All it said was: “It was me that was following you tonight when you went to your friend’s house. She's very pretty.”
“What's it say on the back, Chelle?” Sammy had always been excellent at picking up details and, although she had seen the back of the paper for less than a second as I removed it from its envelope, she had noticed the writing on the back.
I flipped it over and read it out loud: “Don’t worry; I'll be coming soon to visit. ~Gary R. ~' That's all it says. I don't know about you, but that gives me the creeps.”
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“What's it say on the back, Chelle?” Sammy had always been excellent at picking up details and, although she had seen the back of the paper for less than a second as I removed it from its envelope, she had noticed the writing on the back.
I flipped it over and read it out loud: “Don’t worry; I'll be coming soon to visit. ~Gary R. ~' That's all it says. I don't know about you, but that gives me the creeps.”
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