The Midnight Mailbox

Last week, I was walking home late at night when I noticed an old mailbox at the end

of my street that I’d never seen before. Inside was a single envelope with my name on it.

The handwriting was messy, almost frantic. I opened it and found a note that

said, ‘Don’t ignore this. Go to the park at midnight.’ I almost laughed

it off, but curiosity got the better of me. At exactly midnight, I went to the park.

The place was empty—except for a small box under a bench. I hesitated, then opened it.

Inside was a tiny key and another note: ‘The truth is closer than you think.’

I spent the next hour looking around, heart racing. Finally, I noticed a loose