ONE MORNING, I FOUND MY HOUSE EGGED AND MY YARD TRASHED — A NOTE ON MY MAILBOX EXPLAINED IT ALL
I’ve lived alone for years—no visitors, no drama. So when one night my doorbell rang, I was already annoyed.
Standing there was a young girl. Before she could say a word, I cut her off:
“I’m not buying anything, joining any church, helping kids or kittens, or saving the planet,” I said, slamming the door.
But she didn’t leave. The bell kept ringing. I yanked the door open.
“What? What do you want?”
“My name is Zoe,” she said calmly. “My mom just died. I don’t have parents now.”
“Not my problem,” I snapped, shutting the door again.
Before it closed, she held it. “Aren’t you curious why I’m here?”
I ignored her and slammed it anyway.
The next morning, my house was egged, my yard covered in garbage. A note on my mailbox read: “Just listen to me, and I’ll stop bothering you. -Zoe.”
A phone number was scribbled at the bottom. 😳
