The police officer also brings us mail, and last week he brought us something really unexpected.

At first, it seemed cute, like something out of a Hallmark movie about a small town. In the morning, Officer Brandt rides his bike around the block and smiles and waves as he hands out mail. In the afternoon, he comes back in full dress and writes tickets for expired tags or asks about stray dogs.

He’s loved by everyone. Especially the friends who are older. “He keeps us safe and on time,” Mrs. Delaney jokes all the time.

Then, on Tuesday of last week, I found a package in my mailbox. There is no return address. It’s just my name typed out, nice and clear. There was only one picture inside.

Being at my front door, it was me.

From the other side of the street.

At first, nothing about it seemed especially scary. It seemed like a strange coincidence to me. Maybe it was one of those old pictures of the neighborhood that people like to take for fun. I turned the picture over, though.

There were four words neatly written on the back: “I’m always watching you.”

As I thought about it, I got a chill down my spine and my chest felt tight. Even though it wasn’t a close-up, the picture was clear enough for me to see what was going on. Being on my front porch, I was talking with my friend Lisa about gardening tips. It was a normal topic for a normal morning. Everything about it didn’t seem strange at the time, but now I realized: someone was watching.

I didn’t really understand it. Was it a joke? Could it be a joke? I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was just a weird mistake, or even something not dangerous. Even so, there was a feeling of dread in the back of their minds that got stronger as the days went by.

I told myself it was just a coincidence. The days that followed went by without any problems, but I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that someone was watching me. Officer Brandt would be riding by, carrying mail in a casual way. I’d look out the window to see him. He always waved, no matter what. But I couldn’t help but think that he might have been looking a little too closely this time. If his eyes looked at my house for a little too long when he walked by. Did he know what had take place? Did he not want to tell me something?

I got another package the following week. It wasn’t a picture this time; it was a letter.

“Why don’t you talk to me outside?” “I have been waiting.”

There was a long time when I held the letter in my hands and tried to figure out what it meant. Who was this person? Why me? Suddenly, the thought of someone watching me and waiting for me felt too much.

I thought about calling the cops, but then I changed my mind. This was because Officer Brandt delivered the letter, and I didn’t want to make assumptions too fast if it was him. When I looked out the window and saw him riding by again, that’s when I started to feel more and more afraid. He was more than just the nice mailman; he was a police cop too. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had anything to do with this.

I finally called Lisa because I needed help badly. She listened quietly as I told her about the strange picture, the scary letter, and my growing feeling that Officer Brandt might know more than he was letting on.

She tried to comfort me by saying, “I don’t know, maybe you’re just thinking too much about it.” “But if you really don’t feel safe, you might want to just ask him.” He should be asked if he knows anything about these letters or if he has seen anything fishy going on in the neighborhood.

Even though I wasn’t sure if I should talk to him directly, I knew I couldn’t keep acting this way. I chose to do it the next morning.

It was Officer Brandt again. He was riding his bike around the block and putting mail in lockers. As I took a deep breath, I got ready for the awkward talk that I knew was coming.

“Officer Brandt!” He stopped in front of my house, and I yelled at him.

He smiled and looked up, as he always did. “Good morning, Miss Jenkins!” Is everything okay?”

Even though my heart was beating fast, I tried to keep my words calm. “In fact, I…” Would it be okay if we had a moment to talk? This is about some letters I’ve been getting. I’m not sure if they’re supposed to be funny or not, but…

His smile broke for a split second, long enough for me to notice. He then gave a gentle nod. “Of course, Miss Jenkins.” What kind of letters do you mean to say?”

It took me a moment to decide, but I finally took the letter out of my bag and gave it to him. It was his face that couldn’t be read as he read the few short lines of text. After he was done, he turned around and looked back at me. His face was now tight with worry.

“Do you have any more letters like this?” “What is it?” he asked, his voice calm but a little more wary than before.

I said yes. “A couple have been sent to me.” I am not sure what to think. That is, I don’t know the writing, and there isn’t a return address. “It’s just… scary.”

Officer Brandt gave me the letter back with a thoughtful crease on his face. “Please be careful.” I’ll keep an eye on things here, but you shouldn’t forget about it. Let me know right away if anything else comes up.

I felt a wave of relief, but I couldn’t get rid of the thought that there was more going on. I couldn’t help but look after him as he rode off. I was wondering if the nice mailman I had always trusted was up to no good. Something more. Something shadier.

The days after that were calm. There were no more letters, and the mailman kept going about his daily business. But I had a strong sense that something wasn’t right.

After two weeks, there was another letter. But this one was different. It wasn’t just a note or picture. It was a small gift this time, wrapped in brown paper and tied with one string. There was no address to send it back to. There are no marks at all, just my name written in the same clean, exact handwriting.

I slowly opened it, shaking my hands. There was a small key inside that looked old. There was a note on the key that said, “I’m ready when you are.”

There was one thing I was sure of: I had to find out what it meant.

I gave Officer Brandt the key in the morning. I tried not to draw any conclusions right away, but something in my gut told me that whatever was going on was forcing me to face it.

His face turned pale when I gave him the key. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. It was a picture of the exact same key.

“I was going to tell you sooner, but I didn’t want to put you in danger,” he said, his voice shaking. This key… The key fits in a safe deposit box at the bank. It’s not just a key; it’s a part of something much bigger. This has been on my mind for months. “I also believe it is time for us to finish what we began.”

Everything fell into place at that moment. Police Officer Brandt hadn’t been watching me the whole time; he was looking into the same question. He needed my help to stop it now.

What’s the twist? No stranger, the man behind the letters, the one who had been running things the whole time, was someone much closer to home. Someone who had been keeping an eye on me for years, waiting for the right time to move in.

The truth was even scarier than I thought it would be.

Still, as we slowly learned more about what happened, I realized something: the karma twist was that I had finally found the strength to face my fears, take charge of my life, and stop running away from the unknown.

I wasn’t just a victim anymore. I was a part of the answer.

Sometimes, the changes and twists in life take us right where we need to go. Remember this if you’ve ever felt like someone was watching you or like your life was moving in strange, unpredictable ways. Things that we think are a threat are often just the start of the biggest changes in our lives.

Don’t be scared of what you don’t know. Trust that everything will work out, and accept it.

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