You’d been chatting with your friends after hanging out, telling them how your apartment was bland and you wanted to decorate. You loved halloween, too bad your wallet couldn’t express it.

Your words were casual telling them this. Just a passing thought. You didn’t think much of it after they all left, obviously. Why would you? Many convos get dismissed. Just went back inside after walking them out, locked the door, turned the lights off, settled for your nightly routine before bedtime.

A few days later you noticed something strange. A neat little box that sat on your porch. There was no label, no address or anything. No note either, just your name on top. Oddly, written nicely. Carefully thought out.

You hesitated picking it up and bringing it inside to open. But curiosity won. You couldn’t just leave it there, could you? Inside was money rolled up in a spooky mug, which also held small little gadgets. Maybe it was your friends fling this? But the handwriting was different. Not familiar. It was sweet if so. Odd, but sweet.

The following day, there was another. Larger. Inside were orange oriole lights, handmade?? decorations, and more money. Items in the same color scheme you talked about with your friends. This had to be them, right? Right??

Next day, no box. However, lights, halloween projectors, props, blow ups, and a small table decorated with an array of candy decorated your yard and home.

You texted your friends, saying how someone really was trying to make your dreams come true. But none of them claimed to have done it. They thought it was weird. Creepy. Which it was, since none of them did it.

Next morning, a small rack with costumes on it. Full outfits, shoes, makeup, and accessories. Correct sizing too… Everything was so strange. Another box sat in the corner though, you didn’t open it.

You tried going to bed later that night, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of something odd. Someone odd. Someone watching. Someone nearby. Listening.

Your phone buzzed: Unkown number.

You said you wanted to decorate… here you go, love.

Another message, but with a photo.

A photo of your house taken from the street. But you’re in it. Grabbing the items off the porch and placing them into your home.

I’m just making sure you have everything you need.