12/10/2024
Frank had lived alone for years and wasn't used to visitors. So when the doorbell rang, he sighed in surprise and went to check. Standing there was a young girl. Before she could say a word, Frank cut her off.
"I'm not buying anything, joining any church, helping kids or kittens, or saving the planet," he snapped, slamming the door shut.
But the girl didn't leave. The doorbell kept ringing. Annoyed, Frank yanked the door open again.
"What?! What do you want?" he barked.
"My name is Zoe," the girl said calmly. "My mom just died. I don't have any parents now."
Frank scowled. "Not my problem," he said, starting to close the door again.
Before it shut, Zoe pressed her hand against it. "Aren't you even curious why I'm here?" she asked, her voice steady.
Frank ignored her, slamming the door. This time, it seemed she'd left. But the next morning, he got a rude awakening. His house was egged, his yard was covered in garbage, and a note was taped to his mailbox: "Just listen to me, and I'll stop bothering you. -Zoe."
A phone number was scribbled at the bottom. 😳👇