It was an ordinary afternoon. I had just finished running errands at a local store and walked back to my car, bags in hand, when something unusual caught my eye — a small piece of string tied neatly around my driver-side door handle. It wasn’t colorful or fancy, just plain and simple. There was no note, no explanation, and no sign of how it got there. I brushed it off, assuming it might’ve blown there or fallen from someone else’s shopping cart.
A few days later, it happened again. Another piece of string, tied in the exct same way. That’s when my curiosity turned into unease. It felt too deliberate to be a coincidence, yet too subtle to understand its meaning. I started thinking about all the possibilities — maybe it was a prank, or maybe someone had a reason for marking it. The not knowing was the hardest part.
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