A Note from the Delivery Guy Made Me Install Security Cameras around My House – I’ll Forever Be Grateful to Him

A quick scribble on a delivery bag sent me rushing to my backyard, leading to a discovery that may have saved my family from a terrifying ordeal. The cryptic note from Ravi, our regular delivery driver, hinted at a danger that I couldn’t ignore.

As a single mom, I often rely on food delivery when I’m too exhausted to cook for my kids. Over time, Ravi became more than just a familiar face; he was a friend who exchanged high-fives with my children, Kai and Isla, before heading off. But last Tuesday, something seemed off. Ravi arrived looking unusually tense, handed me our food without a word, and hurried back to his car, leaving me concerned.

“What’s wrong with Ravi?” Kai asked, peering out the window.

“I don’t know, buddy. Maybe he’s just in a rush,” I replied, watching his car disappear down the street.

As I set the food on the kitchen counter, still puzzled by Ravi’s behavior, I noticed something scrawled on the back of the delivery bag. The shaky handwriting caught my attention, and when I read the message, dinner was the last thing on my mind.

“CHECK YOUR TRASH CAN.”

My heart raced as I tried to stay calm for my kids. “Why don’t you two wash up while I get everything ready?” I suggested, sending them out of the kitchen. Once they were gone, I dashed to the backyard, Ravi’s message echoing in my mind. I approached the trash cans, my hands trembling as I lifted the lid of the first one.

Nothing unusual—just the regular garbage. But when I opened the second can, I froze. Inside, wrapped in an old blanket, was a collection of gloves, a few small tools, and an unlabeled bottle filled with a mysterious liquid. Panic surged through me.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Isla’s voice startled me. I quickly shut the lid and turned to her with a forced smile.

“I’m fine, sweetie. Just checking something. Go on inside, I’ll be right there.”

As soon as Isla was out of sight, I called the sheriff’s office.

“Sheriff’s Department, this is Leona speaking.”

“Leona, it’s Nora. I need you to come over immediately. I found something disturbing in my trash.”

Leona’s voice turned serious as I described what I found. “Don’t touch anything. I’m on my way. Stay inside with the kids until I get there.”

After hanging up, I couldn’t shake the fear. Our neighborhood had recently experienced a series of break-ins using eerily similar methods—chemicals to weaken locks and meticulous clean-up of evidence. A chilling thought crossed my mind: my house was next.

“Mom, what’s going on?” Kai asked, noticing my unease.

“Everything’s fine,” I reassured him, though my smile felt forced. “Let’s have dinner.”

Just as we started eating, there was a knock on the door. I tensed, but relief washed over me when I saw Leona through the peephole.

“Kids, stay here and finish dinner,” I said before stepping outside to speak with her. I explained everything to Leona—Ravi’s note, his strange behavior, and what I found in the trash. She listened carefully, her eyes scanning the street.

“You did the right thing by calling me,” she said. “I’ll take a look at what you found and get it analyzed. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you increase your security. We’ll patrol the area all night.”

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