the one thing missing from it, no contact address, no phone number, and no email address or website. We thought once we had a better idea of how it was delivered we might be able to figure out how to contact them. Whoever âthemâ was.
We started to doze from around midnight. We left the lights on so we could see if anything happened. I would wake up from a mini sleep with a start. Nothing had appeared on the sofa. I was in one of my dozes when a loud dong noise startled me awake. Megan and Neha jumped from their slumber as well. I looked at the sofa and there it was, a newspaper. I was so annoyed I had fallen asleep.
âThe clock, I think the clock made that noise,â Neha whimpered and pointed to it. It showed the time as two a.m.
Megan was the first to reach it. I went to the sofa to look at the paper. Neha stayed put and clutched nervously at her blanket.
âThere seems to be nothing here,â Megan said tapping the clock and trying to move it to peer behind it.
âDonât bother. I tried to do that ages ago. It wonât budge. Come and have a look at this paper. Somethingâs different.â
The newspaper seemed a little bulkier this time. There was a large manila envelope in between its pages. There was a printed note attached to it. It read:
Dear reader
Please enclose all articles for insertion into The Mythical Weekly in the envelope provided. Formatting is not necessary. You will need to provide two copies. Once completed, seal the envelope securely and place in the post office box outside Wellington Street, Flemington. Do not use any other post office box drop site. Articles posted by Tuesday will appear in The Mythical Weekly the following Saturday. If you have any further queries, please do not contact us.
Kind Regards,
TMW
âOkay this is completely freaking me out.â Megan was the first to speak.
âHow did they know I wanted to place an ad?â I was elated and puzzled.
âDo you think this office is bugged?â Nehaâs eyes looked around the room suspiciously.
âWho would bother to do that? You have to admit this is more than a mere coincidence.â I looked at my two friends. Megan seemed to have become a shade paler in the last five minutes.
We examined the note again. The envelope had no address marked on it. In fact it was completely blank. I switched on my desk lamp and looked at it with the bulb glowing behind. There was definitely no secret writing on it. It made it hard to know where the papers placed in it would go.
Megan looked through the newspaper and Neha went to join her. My mind was buzzing. I felt this was it. The supernatural world had contacted me through the newspaper and now they wanted me to place my ad.
âI donât understandâ¦â Megan mumbled under her breath. She kept flipping through the newspaper.
âYou have to admit that this is pretty convincing.â I looked at Megan. I hoped my sceptical friend would agree.
âI donât know how or why this is happeningâ¦but it seems to be happening just the same.â
âMaybe we should go along with it and see what comes next?â I said gently. I really wanted my friend to be on my side.
âYou know I hate doing that,â she said sulkily.
I knew she did. I said nothing.
âI think Iâm going to go home,â Megan said after a considerable pause.
Neha looked at her with large eyes and I only managed a nod.
âBut itâs the middle of the night,â Neha exclaimed.
âThatâs okay, my car is parked outside. I can come get you in the morning if you want a ride home.â She looked pointedly at Neha.
Neha looked at me and then at Megan. I tried not to look disappointed.
âNo thanks, I can make my own way home,â Neha said frostily.
Megan shrugged and collected her insect repellent spray and walked silently out of the warehouse.
Neha and I did not get much sleep the rest of the night. The