Jul 09, 2013 19:16
This is a conversation I just had with our latest hire at work. I have edited her spelling and redacted the info that makes the other person discussed identifiable, but otherwise this is as-is.
me: one of our sales reps at work does keep sending me creepy worry dolls in the mail.
KC: No way! Get out.. Haha I would love to see one.
Who is it? If I may ask.
me: Brandy with [supplier], where we get our [supplies].
I think I've got them still, I should dig one out
KC: I don't think I have met her yet- Why does she send them to you? Haha I am sorry!!!
me: I've never met her, just spoken by phone and email!
I think they are supposed to be a gimmick to say "hey, we remember you bought stuff from us before, buy our stuff again!" But it was creepy opening an envelope and having that fall out unexpectedly
KC: How odd! How did she get your address? or does she just send them to the hotel and address them to you?
me: hotel and addressed to me.
KC: That is SUPER creepy to fall out of mail!!!
Oh my... lol
me: oh. now super creeped out thinking about if our vendors did stalk me enough to find my address!
KC: Hahaha all of the sudden you get mail at your house- addressed from brandy- opened it- and it is a "worry doll" hahaha and there is a note attached saying " DON'T WORRY"...
me: And then I see there's no postage on the envelope! And then I go to the front door of the house and it's open...
KC: Hahahahah then all of the sudden your phone rings!
It's Brandy
For some reason her name is already programed in your phone!
me: I don't answer. But she leaves a voicemail that says "Don't worry!" and trails off into mumbling about worrying, like she's talking to conflicting voices
KC: Your lights start to flicker and your front door furiously slams shut. "Was that the wind?", you question- "No" says a text message you just received titled...... "from Brandy." You start to panic, breathing heavily as you race around your house locking all the doors and double checking the windows.
me: I get out the key to my bedroom, unlock the door, and walk in. There's a shadowed figure sitting upright on my bed.
Lightning flashes outside my window, and the crack of thunder is deafening. "Brandy?" I ask, nervously.
KC: Rain starts to beat on your window as you start approaching the mysterious and silent dark figure... You ask once more, "Brand-?" Before you can finish thunder loudly cracks right above what seems your house, you blink and the dark figure disappeared... You stand motionless in your dark and desolate bedroom questioning your sanity, as you stand there motionless deep in thought you suddenly hear a soul piercing cackle, you jump and your bedroom slams shut.
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