The first time I received the mystery package, was 6 months ago. I still remember the confusion and shock I felt when the delivery man knocked at my door, holding a package for me. I didn’t know who had sent it, and the contents of the box were random notes, stickers and old books that made no sense to me.

I put the box away, and had forgotten all about it until I received a second package the next month. And from then onwards, I received this mystery package every month, with no idea who was sending it or what they wanted to tell me. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out, maybe it was a gut feeling, so I put them away into the storage room and tried to ignore its existence.

A part of me was undeniably curious, and wanted to find out what these packages meant, but I was afraid of the unknown and having just recently started a new job, I had too much on my plate already.

So I continued to live my life pretending like those mystery boxes sitting and collecting dust in my tiny apartment, didn’t bother me. Until one day, I headed into work as usual, only to get laid off that same day. My company was downsizing due to financial issues, and decided to lay off employees from my department. With tears in my eyes, and shaky hands, I packed up my belongings and headed back home. I felt like my whole life was falling apart. I’d been struggling financially for months and that job was my saviour. But now I was suddenly back to square one – an unemployed 24 year old, drowning in debt.

I felt lost, and exhausted. All I wanted to do was to fall asleep and forget all my worries for a bit. As I made my way to my bed, I passed by the room with the mystery packages stacked up. I felt a rush of anger and frustration course through me. I don’t know what it was, but seeing those boxes that I failed to understand, angered me and more than anything else. I wanted them out of my sight.

I dragged all the boxes out to the hall, determined to throw them all out, something I should’ve done ages ago. One by one I lifted up the boxes and stacked them onto a trolley, ready to head downstairs and throw them into the garbage. When I picked up the last box, the bottom gave out and tore, spilling the contents of the box onto my floor. I groaned in frustration, crouching down to pick them all up. As I picked them all up, a sealed envelope caught my eye. Out of curiosity, I opened it and froze out of shock. In that sealed envelope was a bundle of cash, coming out to be almost 500 dollars.

Realisation hit me and I quickly opened the rest of the packages, finding 2 more envelopes filled with the same amount of money. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at the pile of new found money in front of me that I so desperately needed to get out of my depressing financial situation.

I spent the next few hours, sitting on the cold floor of my apartment, going through every single box. None of what was in them made sense to me, but I was determined to find anything to help me.

Hours flew by and soon, I became tired, hungry and frustrated to no end. I was about to give up, when I found a letter hidden below the stack of paper. I quickly opened it and realised it was an invitation, with just a few clear sentences written on it – a date, time and venue. Underneath it read “We need your help to find a precious treasure. You will be rewarded with more money at the end of it. Are you up for an adventure?”

If I had read this a day ago, I would’ve laughed and thrown it out without a second thought. But my life had turned around so fast so soon. I desperately needed the money, and I had nothing to lose anymore. I pack all the boxes back up and prepare myself for what’s to come.

I guess I’m going on an adventure.