Tonight when I got home about 7 p.m., i found a plastic grocery bag hanging on the door knob to our apartment.

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It was a Western Beef grocery bag, and inside that was a Ruthy’s Cheesecake plastic bag and inside that was a small Ruthy’s Cheesecake box!

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I asked Luke when he got home if he knew anything about it. He didn’t.

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We opened the box and inside was a chocolate cake! The top of the cake was bare, as though it was an empty canvas looking for a message — like, a clue to tell us who left this cake and why.

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Was it a mistake? A cake meant for one of our neighbors? Maybe even the same apartment in one of the neighboring buildings? (There are two other identical buildings on the block).

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Then, since we had just seen a creepy episode of Lost, our imagination started tilting toward the macabre. What if someone poisoned the cake and left it for us to eat? What if it were some kind of cosmic test? What if there was something baked inside the cake?

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So. The cake sits in the fridge.

It is taunting me.

It is calling to me.

Chocolate! My favorite flavor!

Luke asked how we would feel if someone knocked on our door to retrieve her cake and we had chocolate frosting all over our faces?

What do you think?