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"You're Reading My Plant,". By Fred Herbert. Read by the author: Fred Herbert.
.....Chapter Two: "Okay, Gregory Stevens....Bye"
That's what it is. The day finally came when Gregory Stevens pushed me too far. His relentless pranks were wearing me thin, and his mysterious obsession with tormenting me became unbearable.
After another inane call, I snapped, "Okay, Gregory Stevens. BYE!!!" and hung up the phone. I couldn't help but question his sanity, his reason for targeting me like this. The constant calls were taking their toll, not only on my patience but also on my ability to run my business.
"Who is they, sir?" I found myself muttering, trying to unravel the meaning behind his cryptic messages. The question lingered in the air, echoing in the silence of my office. It was a question without an answer, a puzzle that seemed impossible to solve.
I decided enough was enough, and I headed to the local police station, determined to put an end to these lewd and lascivious prank calls.
I met with Officer Ed Powell, explaining the situation in detail. His brows furrowed as I recounted the harassment, and he looked particularly interested when I mentioned the missing brother and how John read the receipt wrong.
"Sir, I think we can trace these calls," Officer Powell said, his eyes narrowing. "We can find the feedback bouncing off the numbers, and maybe that'll lead us to something tangible."
I felt a glimmer of hope. Finally, someone was taking me seriously.
"Is this your way of getting out of your responsibilities?" I jokingly asked, feeling more at ease with Powell's support.
He chuckled, "You're gonna act this way? You're in good hands. We'll figure out what's going on."
Returning to my office, filled with newfound determination, I turned to my loyal green companion, my office plant, and of course, those ever-present walnuts. My mind was clearer now, knowing that I had someone on my side, someone who could unravel the mysteries that had been haunting me.
As the days turned into weeks, Officer Powell and I worked together to unravel the twisted web spun by Gregory Stevens. We discovered hidden connections, shadowy figures operating in the background, and evidence of a conspiracy that went far beyond mere prank calls.
But just when we thought we were getting close, the trail went cold. Gregory Stevens seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a string of riddles and unanswered questions.
The connection between the prank calls, the missing brother, and the mysterious receipt remained elusive, a puzzle that seemed impossible to solve.
Despite our best efforts, the answers remained just out of reach, hidden behind a veil of secrecy and deceit. But I wasn't about to give up. Gregory Stevens had started this game, but I was determined to finish it.
I looked out my office window as the day came to a close, a bag of walnuts by my side, and a determined glint in my eye. The game was far from over, and I was just getting started.
As I settled into my chair, the phone rang, breaking the silence of the evening. I picked it up, and a chill ran down my spine as I heard the all-too-familiar voice on the other end.
"Hello again," Gregory Stevens whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Did you miss me?"
I was left speechless, my mind racing as I tried to comprehend what was happening. The game had taken a dark and unexpected turn, and I knew that I was in for the fight of my life.
The mystery had deepened, the stakes had been raised, and I was left with more questions than answers. What was Gregory Stevens' true motive? How was he able to elude us so effortlessly? And what did he have planned next?
The answers were out there, waiting to be uncovered, and I was determined to find them, no matter the cost.
That's what it is. A challenge, a mystery, and a journey that was far from over. The battle had only just begun, and I was ready to face it head-on, one step at a time.
With a determined resolve, I hung up the phone, knowing that the next chapter of this twisted game was about to unfold. And this time, I was ready.
The story had only just begun.
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