A Note, Slipped Under the Door

The note was unsigned but written by someone who was familiar with her life and habits. The writer knew her middle name. She never told that to anyone. It also mentioned other things, specific things; what they argued about Wednesday night, the movie they watched the next day, what time her husband went to bed, how she sighed and finished the wine.

It had to be a joke, just her husband trying to scare her, it had to be.

The skin on the back of her neck prickled. Looking out the kitchen window all she saw was the dark backyard.


Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge.


4 thoughts on “A Note, Slipped Under the Door

  1. Creepy. I once had a cab driver mail me a letter. He had my address because he dropped me off at my house! It wasn’t this level of creepy, it was actually more sweet than creepy, but still. That invasion of privacy when you think you have anonymity is unsettling.

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