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Missy on the Orient Express

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“Man, what a day...” I sighed to myself as I stepped through the front door of my flat.

I stretched in an attempt to rid myself of the pesky aches I had woken up with, possibly because of the way I slept that had been bothering me all day. Pile that on top of the fact that I’ve had to deal with misbehaving children, upcoming tests, marking assignments and the still lingering grief of Danny’s death, and my day had been a rather longwinded and difficult one to handle.

And then on top of all that, there have been the weird things happening to me today as well.

When I woke up, I noticed that my bedside lamp was on, which I thought was strange as I remembered turning it off. Even stranger than that was the odd note I found near my alarm clock:


I grew worried that someone had broken into my house, but as far as I could tell, nothing was missing. And so I shook it off and went to work, where I then found another note on my desk:


I figured that someone was just playing some sort of joke on me, but even though it was annoying and a tad troubling as it almost appeared as if someone had broken into my house in order to do so, there wasn’t any proof of who did it and so I had tried to ignore it. Thankfully, nothing else happened and so I was able to continue throughout the day without any more notes.

But as I entered my kitchen, I immediately noticed that something was off.

At first, I couldn’t tell what it was. All the utensils were in their proper places and there wasn’t a mess or anything like that.

And then I saw the notes.

I stiffened in surprise and unease, questions beginning to flood my thoughts. What were these notes doing here? Who was sending them? What did they mean? And most importantly, how the heck were they getting into my house?

I cautiously approached the notes, half expecting something to happen. Nothing did though, which was both relieving and nerve wrecking. I slowly leaned forward and picked up the notes, reading through them one by one:







I proceeded to drop the notes in shock.

Oh no... No, no, no! There is no way in hell she could’ve-!

“Hello, dearie!”

Shrieking, I whirled around and much to my dismay, shock, confusion and anger, there Missy stood with an amused smirk on her face.

“Did you miss me?”

To be continued