Hours later, as I unpacked groceries in my kitchen, I pulled the receipt from the bag to toss it away. That’s when I noticed something scribbled across the back — quick, uneven handwriting that made me pause:
“Check your back seat.”
Was it a warning? A prank? The words sent a strange ripple of fear through me. I stood still, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and the quiet of the house. Then, curiosity — and a spark of unease — pushed me to the door.
The Discovery
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