Happy Saturday! Our writers have provided some fun, sometimes creepy, reading for your Saturday morning.
This week’s prompt was: You open your neighbor’s mail. What do you find?
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Karen Blakely:
I’d known there was something not quite right about my next-door neighbor. Oh, she was always perfectly polite. She waved when we saw each other in our neighborhood. Maybe that was part of it. She was always perfectly polite. Like she was following some script for being a good neighbor. But that, by itself, wouldn’t have been enough to make me suspicious.
And it wasn’t just that she came and went at odd hours, disappearing sometimes for days at a time. Never for too long. She never asked the post office to stop her mail, and she always made sure to get back before her mailbox became too full.
It wasn’t really the fact that no one ever came to her house. Though I did think it was strange that she apparently had no family or friends whatsoever. And when I tried to offer her my friendship, she politely but firmly rejected it.
It wasn’t even that she lived alone but drove a huge SUV with extremely dark windows in the back. I’d tried to glance inside once, wondering what she could possibly need such a large vehicle for, but the darkness of the interior was impenetrable.
It was all of those things, and none of them. There was just something off about her.
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