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The Stolen Address

The Stolen Address is a chilling mystery story about a resident targeted by a series of inexplicable food deliveries. After five identical errors in a single month, the protagonist posts a warning for the prankster, only for another driver to arrive claiming this location is his regular stop. Following a tense confrontation, a violent pounding erupts at the door. When the resident flings it open to retaliate, they are met with a horrifying sight that defies explanation.
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Chapter 4

On my way upstairs earlier, I'd already seen through the doorbell camera that Derek had left the delivery driver outside my apartment.

That way, if the driver decided to retaliate, he'd come after me instead. There was no way I was going to play along, so I called the police immediately.

Knowing he couldn't leave now, Derek had no choice but to come back. He even tried to accuse me first.

"Officers, he's the one who stole my delivery!"

As luck would have it, the two officers who arrived were the same ones from last time. They remembered me, which made things much easier.

"Officers, I found the person we were looking for last time." I deliberately said that part quietly before raising my voice to say, "Officers, my neighbor insists I stole his delivery, but he lives upstairs. I never even went up there.

"The delivery driver also said the address on the app was my apartment. I really don't understand what's going on.

"I did pick up a bag outside my door when I went downstairs to throw out the trash just now, but I thought it was a bag of garbage I'd left there."

The delivery driver quickly pulled out the order details and delivery records from the app.

Derek's eyes darted around as he started making things up. "I was protecting my privacy. Besides, if it wasn't yours, what gave you the right to take it?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Oh? If you wanted to protect your privacy, why didn't you have the driver leave it downstairs? Why leave it outside my apartment?

"I already took one by mistake at lunchtime and warned you about it. You still didn't learn your lesson tonight. How is that my fault?

"Besides, I usually leave garbage outside my door. Aren't you worried about your food getting dirty if you leave it there?"

As I spoke, I pulled out my phone and replayed what had happened at lunchtime.

Derek's face turned ugly. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? No wonder I had diarrhea yesterday. So it was because of you. I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, and if they find anything wrong, you'll pay for it!"

Even the officers seemed speechless at his behavior, though they couldn't say much because of their position.

I continued mockingly, "If you go dig through the dumpster downstairs now, it might still be warm."

Derek looked like he was about to explode. His eyes bulged with rage.

After piecing together the entire situation, the officers stopped humoring him.

"Sir, using someone else's address for your deliveries is also an invasion of their privacy. And she already warned you about it. You refused to change it. If your food went missing, she bears no responsibility. The loss is yours to bear.

"The driver delivered it exactly where the order instructed. Since you specifically requested that it be left at the door, don't make things difficult for him."

I smiled at the delivery driver. "You heard them. You didn't do anything wrong. Go finish your deliveries. If they deduct money from your pay, call the police and come find him."

The driver thanked both the officers and me before hurrying into the elevator.

Worried that Derek would try to pull another refund scam later, I twisted the knife a little further. "Officers, if he files for a refund again and ends up provoking a driver into coming after him, would that count as creating a public disturbance?"

The officers froze for two seconds before their expressions immediately turned serious.

"You have children at home. If you end up with a criminal record, it could affect their future opportunities."

"That's right. Delivery drivers have it hard enough as it is. You're an adult. If you make a mistake, you need to take responsibility for it yourself."

"This isn't even your first time. We couldn't find you last time, but if we have to come back again, you'll be explaining yourself at the station."

Derek opened and closed his mouth several times. Whatever he wanted to say, he ultimately swallowed it. All he could do was slink upstairs in defeat.

The delivery scam problem had finally been resolved.

What I didn't expect was that cutting off Derek's path to free meals would make him hold a grudge against me.

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