The mysterious notes
“Hey, who is this? Who put this note on my table?” I asked everybody as I reached my desk.
“Hey Ben, how’ve you been?” I asked one of the cleaning crew members’.
“Hey man, everything’s good. What’s on your mind? You seem a little distracted.” He asked me.
“Do u know anything about this note on my desk? Somebody kept a note on my desk. And I have no idea who’s doing this. That’s what’s bothering me.” I said.
“What does the note say?” He asked me.
“It says- Why did you do it?” I said.
“I don’t understand who could be playing such a cruel joke on me. I’m not the kind of person who would harm anybody.” I said hopelessly.
“I don’t know man, but don’t lose hope. The real culprit will be caught soon. Hang tight.” He said hopefully
Ben continued with his work after that but I kept thinking what to do.
“Hey boss, do you know anything about this note on my table?” I asked my boss.
“No, don’t know.” Boss said.
“How are you buddy?” I asked one of my friends’ Mark.
“All well pal. What’s up?” Mark asked me.
“Do you know anything about this note on my table?” I asked.
“Which note?” He asked.
I showed it to him. The yellow post-it note which read- “Why did you do it?”
“Sorry, don’t know anything.” He said.
I didn’t know what to do; nobody knew anything about it or didn’t want to admit whoever was doing it. I went back to my work and forgot about the note.
The next day there was another note; I ignored it and threw it in the dustbin. But this continued for quite some time. Everyday there was a note on my table with the same message- “Why did you do it?”
I got really fed up and wanted to find out what did I do to deserve this.
I stayed late one evening and asked the night cleaning crew as well but no luck. I decided to stay the night and find out who was dropping the note on my table.
“It’s already 11’o clock, time flies when you are working.” I said to myself.
Soon after I dozed off and didn’t realize that I slept through the night. When I woke up, it was 7’o clock in the morning and the note was already on my table. Whoever was doing this had already done his job for the day and I missed the opportunity to catch him red-handed.
I got up, looked around, there were hardly any people there. The night shift people had already left and the next shift was about to start in an hour. I packed my laptop and went home.
The next day I came, the note was there but it read- “Why did you hurt me?”
I got really scared and felt a little nauseous. This was getting out of hand and I had no way of knowing how do deal with this. I threw the note away and got started with my work for the day trying to forget about the mysterious note.
It was lunch break by the time I finished my work, but my head was still hurting. I was really tensed about the mysterious notes I was receiving. I felt as if someone was thumping my head with a hammer. Then I heard shouting in my head. Someone was calling out my name loudly as if to wake me up from a dream. I opened my eyes to see my wife was sitting beside me and calling out my name.
She asked me – “Why were you scared and sweating? What happened? What were you dreaming about?”
I was confused. Was it really a dream? Did I not get those notes every day? If it was, then what was my subconscious trying to tell me?
I washed my face and thought about it. I didn’t say anything to my wife, practically because I was not sure myself what was happening. I kept thinking but nothing came to my mind. What have I done that I shouldn’t have?
“Oh, my God” I said to myself.
I just remembered that I had had a fight with my wife the previous night and it was very ugly. I think I may have said things which I shouldn’t have. My subconscious mind was trying to telling me that I was responsible for the whole mess. I came out of the bathroom and hugged my wife.