The porch light flickers on at 11:47 p.m.
That would be ordinary—if this house hadn't been empty for twenty-three years.
A woman is standing behind the screen door, holding an envelope with your name written across it.
"I know what happens to you tomorrow," she says quietly. "But if you want the envelope, you'll need to come inside."
What do you do?
- Walk onto the porch
- Ask how she knows my name
- Turn around and leave