There’s something infuriating about seeing your name on a package and realizing someone else opened it. But when it happens over and over? You start plotting.
I moved to this neighborhood for peace, not package wars. But thanks to Linda, that’s exactly what I got.
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When I moved into this neighborhood three months ago, I thought it was the fresh start I needed. My eight-year-old son Mike and I had been through a lot.
Parting ways with my husband had been hard, but that’s a story for another time.
We found a cozy little house on a quiet street, not too far from a park. It was peaceful, safe, and perfect for us.
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Every morning, Mike and I would walk to the park, enjoying the crisp air and the friendly atmosphere. I remember thinking, This is it. This is where we’ll finally be happy.
And we were. For a while.
The house was great, the neighbors seemed nice, and life was starting to feel normal again. Until I met Linda.
Linda lives next door, and she seemed lovely at first. The day we moved in, she was at my doorstep with a tray of cookies and that big, neighborly smile you see in holiday commercials.
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“Thank you so much!” I said, genuinely touched by her warmth. “It’s been a crazy week, but we’re finally settling in.”
Linda beamed. “Moving is always stressful, but you’ll love it here. And if you ever need a hand, I’m just a knock away.”
She was chatty and sweet, and I appreciated having someone to talk to in those first few days. She even offered to keep an eye on the house when I was out.
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“You know, packages can go missing if they sit out too long,” she mentioned casually. “I’m happy to grab them for you if I see anything on your porch.”
At first, everything seemed normal. But then things got weird.
It started with a missing package. An educational toy I’d ordered for Mike. I remember coming home from work and not seeing it on the porch, even though the delivery confirmation said it had been delivered.
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Maybe it got delayed, I thought.
But when it didn’t show up the next day, I decided to ask Linda if she’d seen anything.
“Hey, Linda,” I said, knocking on her door.
She answered with that same wide smile. “Meredith! How are you?”
Linda’s expression didn’t falter.
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“Oh! That? I think the delivery guy must’ve mixed things up and left it at my door by mistake.” She stepped back into the house and returned with my package.
It was OPENED.
“I just opened it and was wondering who it might be for,” she said with a light laugh, handing it to me.
I stared at her, confused. The package had my name and address clearly printed on it. There was no way she didn’t know it wasn’t hers.
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“Thanks,” I said, forcing a smile. “Next time, feel free to just leave it on my porch.”
“Oh, of course!” she chirped. “I’m always happy to help.”
I walked away, trying to shake off the weird feeling. But deep down, something wasn’t sitting right.
And then it happened again.
And again.
Each time, Linda would return my packages opened, with the same innocent giggle and excuse, “Oh, sweetie, I thought it was mine!”
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Initially, the packages she took were small. It was annoying, but not something that would make me completely lose it.
But then, bigger and more expensive items started disappearing.
The first major one was a pair of boots I’d ordered. I was beyond excited about them. Winter was creeping in, and I’d been saving up for weeks to get myself something nice.
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When the tracking app showed them as delivered, I rushed home from work, only to find… nothing.
I knew where to go.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on Linda’s door. This time, I wasn’t going to be so polite.
“Hey, Meredith!” she greeted me with her usual bubbly smile. “What can I do for you?”
“Hi, Linda. I’m just wondering… did you see another package on my porch today? A box with boots?”
Linda tilted her head like she was deep in thought. “Hmm… Let me check!”
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She disappeared inside, and I could hear her rummaging around. A few minutes later, she reappeared, holding my box.
Of course, it was already opened.
“I didn’t realize this wasn’t for me!” she said with a giggle. “I thought it was that jacket I ordered.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.
“Right,” I nodded. “Well, thanks for bringing it back.”
“Oh, no problem, sweetie! You know, these delivery guys really need to be more careful. They mix things up all the time!”
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I walked away, fuming. At this point, it was obvious she was lying. She knew what she was doing. And she didn’t care.
But the final straw came a few days before Christmas.