The delivery guy’s scribbled note sent me rushing to my backyard trash cans, where I discovered something chilling. His cryptic warning may have saved my family from a terrifying fate, but the danger was far from over.
I often order food delivery when I’m too tired to cook for my kids. Over time, we grew close to Ravi, the delivery guy in our area.
He’d always chat with Kai and Isla, high-fiving them before leaving. But last Tuesday night was different.
When Ravi arrived, he seemed very nervous. Fidgety.
He shoved the food into my hands and bolted back to his car without a word.
“What’s up with Ravi?” Kai asked, peering out the window.
I shrugged, watching Ravi’s tail lights disappear down the street. “No idea, buddy. Maybe he’s in a hurry.”
As I brought the food into the kitchen, still puzzled by Ravi’s behavior, I noticed something on the back of the bag.
Scrawled in shaky handwriting was a message that made me forget about dinner entirely.
“CHECK YOUR TRASH CAN”
I set the food down and turned to my kids. “Hey, why don’t you two go wash up? I’ll get everything ready.”
Once they were out of sight, I bolted to the backyard.
The message kept repeating in my head as I approached our trash cans. My hands shook as I lifted the lid of the first one.
Nothing unusual. Just our regular garbage.
I moved to the second can, dread building with each step. I threw open the lid and froze.
Inside, wrapped in an old, dirty blanket, was a collection of gloves and what looked like a few small tools. At the bottom sat a bottle without a label, filled with some kind of liquid.
“Mom?
Are you okay?” Isla’s voice startled me.
I slammed the lid shut and spun around, forcing a smile. “Yeah, sweetie. Just… checking something.
Go on inside, I’ll be right there.”
As soon as Isla was gone, I pulled out my phone and dialed the sheriff’s office.
“Sheriff’s Department, this is Leona speaking.”
“Leona, it’s Nora. I need you to come over right away. I found something concerning in my trash.”
“Slow down, Nora.
What exactly did you find?”
I described the contents of the trash can, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t touch anything,” Leona said, her tone serious. “I’m on my way. Stay inside with your kids until I get there.”
I hung up and headed back inside.
Our neighborhood had recently experienced a string of break-ins, all with eerily similar methods. Chemicals used to weaken locks, meticulous clean-up of any evidence.
It hit me: my house was being set up for the next break-in.
“Mom, what’s going on?” Kai asked as I entered the kitchen. “You look scared.”
I forced another smile.
“Everything’s fine, honey. Let’s eat dinner, okay?”
We’d barely started eating when there was a knock at the door. I jumped up, but was relieved when I saw Leona through the peephole.
“Kids, stay here and finish your dinner,” I said, stepping outside to talk to Leona.
She listened intently as I recounted finding the items and Ravi’s strange behavior.
“You did the right thing calling me,” Leona said, her eyes scanning the street.
“I’ll take a look at what’s in your trash and get it to the lab. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you beef up your security. Also, we’ll patrol the house all night, so in case they re-tool and still try to break in, we’ll nab them red-handed.”
I nodded, already planning my next move.
“I’ll call a security company first thing in the morning.”
Leona placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Try to get some rest, Nora. We’ll figure this out.”
But sleep was the last thing on my mind that night.
I spent hours researching security systems, jumping at every little sound outside. By morning, I was a jittery mess of caffeine and anxiety.
As soon as it hit 8 a.m., I called the first security company on my list. “Hi, I need cameras installed around my house.
Today, if possible.”
“Ma’am, our earliest available slot is next week —”
“You don’t understand,” I cut in, my voice cracking. “I think someone’s planning to break into my home. I need those cameras now.”
There must’ve been something in my tone because the receptionist’s voice softened.
“Let me see what I can do. Can you hold for a moment?”
After what felt like an eternity, she came back on the line. “We’ve had a cancellation.
Our team can be there in two hours. Will that work?”
I nearly cried with relief. “Yes, thank you.
Thank you so much.”
The next few hours were a blur. I called in sick to work, kept the kids home from school, and paced the house until the security team arrived.
As they worked, installing cameras and explaining the system to me, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every car that drove by, every person walking their dog, they all seemed suspicious now.
Just as the security team was finishing up, Leona’s patrol car pulled into my driveway.
She got out, her face grim.
“Nora, can we talk inside?”
My stomach lurched as I led her into the house. “Kids, why don’t you go play in your rooms for a bit?”
Once they were out of earshot, Leona spoke. “The lab results came back on those items we found.
The liquid in the bottle? It’s a powerful corrosive, often used to weaken locks.”
I sank onto the couch, my legs suddenly weak. “So it’s true.
They were planning to break in.”
Leona nodded. “It looks that way. But Nora, you’ve done everything right.
You’ve got cameras now, you’re aware of the threat. We’re increasing patrols in the area too.”
“What about Ravi?” I asked. “Should I talk to him?”
“If you see him, yes.
But be careful. We don’t know if he’s involved or just an observant bystander.”
As if on cue, I spotted Ravi pulling up to my neighbor’s house. “He’s here now,” I said, moving to the window.
Leona joined me.
“Go talk to him. I’ll watch from here.”
I stepped outside, my pulse racing. Ravi was just getting back onto his bike when he saw me.
“Hey,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Got a minute?”
Ravi hesitated, then nodded. As he approached, I could see the tension in his shoulders.
“Look,” he said before I could speak, “I’m sorry about yesterday. I should’ve said something, but I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
Ravi glanced around nervously.
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