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Secret Society - 3

I reached college one hour late, thanks to that intriguing fantasy.

I got scolded by the professor for being late.

While a lot happened during the day, my mind always circled back to that envelope, dress, and the sun singer...

I walked home, fearing what those people might be up to. By this point, I was reasonably sure they were spying on me and probably stalking me as well.

Nonetheless, I wanted to attend the event.

Then I remembered them mentioning in the letter that I must look my finest.

One part of me suggested heading to a salon and getting a facial, so my skin would look brighter.

Yet another part of me rebelled and suggested not going to the salon.

I got stuck between two different versions of myself.

Both of them seem reasonable to me.

Why should I follow their instructions when all they did was spy on and stalk me?

However, they also sent me a stunning dress, so I should look my best, so I can wear it.

I was in a dilemma until the mesmerizing beauty of that dress took over my thoughts.

I walked to the salon and got ready to wear that dress.

I had a good night's sleep even though I was under unaccepted surveillance.

My alarm rang at 3:00..................

I woke up with a heavy head. That was probably the first time I woke up at 3:00 in the morning after starting college.

Nonetheless, I was ready by 4:30.......

That was pretty fast, right?

Despite being told that the event would start at 5:00, I am still at home…

They would think I am one bitch with a lot of audacity if I showed up late, right?

And that's what I did.

Well, it wasn't intentional. My cab arrived late, and he had trouble finding the route in that early morning dew.

I arrived at the venue 20 minutes late.

The place looked deserted. I didn't see a single person there.

"Could I have entered the wrong address, or was it a different date, or did the event get completed?" I wondered.

I rambled for a few minutes, and when I decided to leave, someone called me in a slow, low-pitched tone that made chills pass down my spine.

I stopped in my tracks and couldn't move an inch. God knows what spell that voice casts on me.

That voice started growing closer, faster, and higher-pitched.

That's where they crossed the line. I screamed my lungs out until everything sank into pin-drop silence.

Then I heard some footsteps coming from the sun singer statue.

I walked there to see two dashing men who were probably in their early 20s, the same age as me.

They saw me, immediately recognized me, and introduced themselves as Lucifer and Michael.

I didn't know why, but I thought about Lucifer, the god of the sun and the moon, at that moment. I also thought about Michael, the fierce warrior and defender of the god of children.

Their faces lit up as they saw me.

"After reading Michael's childish note, we didn't expect you to attend," Lucifer said.

"My note wasn't childish. I was confident that if she were as bright as they portrayed her, she would have figured it out by knowing what we were doing. If she did, I was sure she would freak out. So I wrote it, so she would either be calmed or smile a bit," explained Michael.

I didn't understand even a bit of what Michael said, but I was sure these fellas were up to no good.

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Secret Society - 2

I was so occupied with the envelope that I forgot I had classes to attend. The sound of the doorbell brought me back to reality.

But, it was unusual for someone to ring my doorbell when I usually rush to get to college.

A large black box adorned with violet lace was lying in front of the door when I opened it.

It also had a note. And as I took the box into my hands, I got the same herbal-woodsy scent. My mind immediately started thinking about lavender.

Seeing that this box and note looked like the envelope I had dealt with up until now, I wasn't even surprised.

Even though I was running late for my classes, I couldn't stop my curiosity and opened the note.

Luckily, this time the text wasn't handwritten. It was easy to understand it.

"We knew that you would understand the address. But we thought you would need more time to catch on to it. You are a quick learner. And that's an excellent character trait. Well, we would like to invite you to an event that is definitely not mysterious. You already know the venue, date, and time. So, don't be late and make sure to look your finest. We have already managed to buy you a little something. Hope it matches your taste.”

After reading it, I felt it was written by my secret admirer or maybe someone who was stalking me or possibly a psychopath................ I HAVE A WILD IMAGINATION......... I thought.

That text made me feel like whoever wrote it knew I had decoded the address.

But how did he know it?

Did they hack my computer or keep any mic or cam recorder in my room?????

This is CREEEEPPPPPPYYYYYY.

The intriguing fantasy about the card, envelope, wax stamp, violet color, and butterfly ended there. The whole situation took a dark turn.

I felt very uneasy, and then I remembered the weird feelings I was getting these days when heading to the park. Are they stalking me? I wondered.

Besides my interest, anger began to simmer within me. 

It angered me that they stalked me for days and then left an envelope with a trash font that no human could possibly read. 

Additionally, they sent me a gift while inviting me to a party that was definitely not mysterious.

In a rage, I opened the box. It had a stunning violet princess gown.

There was no way that I could describe the beauty of that gown with words.

In spite of that, I was still mad at them for what they did that should not have been done.

I decided to go to the event.

The purpose isn't for fun but to see who is trying to annoy me.

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Secret Society - 1

Birds chirped, and golden sun rays shone on my face as I awoke. ‘What a beautiful day,’ I thought.

Seeing the dew on the grass and jogging in the fresh air always makes me feel at peace…

But I have become uneasy about walking to the park for the past few days.

I get these eerie, disturbing chills. It's almost like the chills people get when they are being stalked.

Me being who I am, I didn't pay much attention to those feelings and went jogging as usual.

The sun's rays were reflecting on the side of the lake as I sat on a bench after completing my rep.

After enjoying the view, I decided to go home.

As I got up, I saw an envelope on the bar beside me. 

I was sure that the envelope wasn't there when I sat. Yet, I became captivated by the pitch-black color of the envelope. It glistened like a black diamond under the sunlight.

As I held the envelope, I felt chills run down my spine.

The envelope looked so elegant and classy.

 A violet-colored wax stamp containing the golden outline of a butterfly sealed it.

 It was intriguing.

Something about it allured me and made me feel like it belonged to me.

So I decided to take it home with me.

The traditional way to open a sealed envelope is with a butter knife.

I didn't want to cause any damage to that beautiful wax stamp, so I removed it with utmost care.

It was evident from the appearance of the wax seal that the sealing was a week old.

A herbal-woodsy scent came from it, which made my mind picture lavender. I had never smelled lavender or even seen it in real life before. But my mind immediately turned to them as soon as I sensed this fragrance.

I OPENED IT

Upon opening it, I found a plain white card.

I was in utter disappointment.

My brain built a tower of expectations because of the envelope's appearance. Now the tower shattered into a million pieces.

Likewise, I thought, “There isn't anything written on it.”

That's only until I turn it back.

At the bottom of the page, something was handwritten in an unfamiliar font. It was partly reminiscent of calligraphy. But not completely.

The font was not my cup of tea. I needed help understanding the text.

Interpreting that it was an address took me 20 minutes.

THE SUN SINGER AMONG THE MAGNOLIAS, MILLESGARDEN, STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN

That address was weird. 

I knew the address was definitely in my neighborhood, but I wasn't sure about it. So, I immediately checked it on Google.

Despite getting directions, I still felt strange about the address. I got chills down my spine when I saw pictures related to that sun singer.

The date and time were also mentioned.

TOMORROW—05:00 AM

I wondered, “Who would organize an event so early in the morning?”

MY DOOR BELL RANG

To be continued......

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Death Bed

The sound of my heartbeat filled the silent ICU. I stared at the plain white ceiling with just a few breaths left.

Deathbeds are said to be a window into our lives.

There was nothing exciting to be found when I looked out the window, only piled-up emotions, regrets, worries, fears, embarrassments, and awkward moments.

My life wasn't even exciting, I wondered?

There was only one answer - I cared too much about what others thought.

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Congratulating myself for finally being on a social media platform to showcase my creativity.