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  I should have listened to the first note. It was sitting beneath my windshield wiper when I walked out of work Tuesday evening. Just a plain sheet of printer paper, folded once. No name. No signature. No explanation. Only six words: DON’T GO HOME TONIGHT. TRUST ME. I stood there staring at it, wondering if someone had decided to play a joke on me. Maybe it was a prank from a coworker. Maybe someone had the wrong car. Or maybe it was meant to scare me. Then another thought crossed my mind. Someone knew where I parked. That bothered me more than the note itself. I sat behind the wheel for several minutes, debating whether I was being ridiculous. Eventually, I convinced myself that whoever had left it wanted exactly one thing—to make me nervous. So I started the car and drove home. I was about three blocks from my apartment when my phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. “Hello?” Nothing. I waited. “Can you hear me?” Still nothing. Then the call ended. I looked at the screen for a f...

  Nobody came into the gas station at 3:33 in the morning. Especially not on a Tuesday. The town was practically asleep by midnight, and by three in the morning, the only sounds were the hum of the refrigerators and the rain hitting the windows. So when the front-door bell rang, I looked up immediately. An old man walked inside. He was wearing a long raincoat, and water dripped from his shoes onto the floor. He didn't browse the shelves or look around. He walked straight toward the counter. "Pump six," he said. I glanced at the monitor. "Pump six hasn't worked in two years." He smiled. "I know." Then he added, "I'm not here for gas." Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled a photograph from inside his coat and placed it on the counter. I picked it up. My stomach dropped. It was a picture of me standing behind the register. The picture had clearly been taken through the front window. I could see myself in the exact position I was s...