A Nosy Message
I hit play, and sure enough, Daniel’s unmistakable voice came through, oily and smug like a salesman peddling a lemon. “Hey babe,” he began, the words sliding out with practiced charm that fell flat the moment you remembered it was Daniel. He launched into a rant about his new neighbor, describing them as “insane,” and I nearly doubled over laughing—at least he finally got something right. He carried on with a paranoid blow-by-blow account, insisting, “I’m seeing the same stuff from before, remember?”
A Nosy Message
Hearing him describe the very chaos he caused for himself was surreal, like watching someone narrate their own downfall without realizing it.
Paranoid End
The message closed with a line that almost made me choke on my laughter: “He’s probably watching this right now.” And for once, Daniel was absolutely right. But it wasn’t just his paranoia that caught my attention—it was the final detail, muttered quickly before the line clicked dead: “Don’t mention the box again.” My eyebrows shot up in surprise. The box? What box? Suddenly, this wasn’t just entertainment anymore.
Paranoid End
Daniel, in his clueless ramblings, had dangled a breadcrumb in front of me, a mystery begging to be unraveled. My amusement sharpened into intrigue. Maybe his legend wasn’t finished growing after all.
