Penelope stared at the post-it note on the wall. A post-it note she did not put on the wall nor did anyone else since she lived alone. A note that told her a time and place.

“That’s not scary at all,” she said to herself, “it’s not like someone broke in and put it there.” She chucked the note into the trash and finally put her stuff down.

As she goes to sit on the couch, she see another. “Why did you throw it away.” She blinked once, than twice before leaving the house.

“Yeah, I’m not going to be killed by a guy who uses post-it notes.” She said as she drove away and called the police.

The End!