The Note on My Windshield Wasn’t a Joke — It Was a Warning
As Emily twirled toward the car in her dream prom dress, glowing with excitement, I spotted a folded note tucked beneath the wiper. “Don’t let her go to prom.” I forced a chuckle for her sake, brushing it off—but inside, dread prickled. Something about it felt… deliberate. The next morning, Emily was crushed—her prom date…
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