Mystery shoppers have been a huge part of my life.

They’ve been the ones who have made me feel safe.

And when I find out that they’re out there, I know it’s not a coincidence.

I had a lot of mystery shoppers when I was growing up.

It was always a bit of a shock when I got a package from someone I wasn’t familiar with.

Mystery shoppers are so different to me that they can make me feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable, or even scared.

This was one of the reasons I became a mystery shopper, as I was more comfortable in the privacy of my own home.

In the late 1990s, I began to receive more and more mystery shoppers.

The first ones I ever received were a large, thick envelope with a note on the back saying ‘Hi, my name is Jill.

Please accept my gift’.

I’d been given a small, yellow envelope with an image of a red-and-white-striped box and a small note.

She’d said that she’d heard of a person who would open it up to me, and that she would send it back with a box that was empty.

So I opened it up, and inside was a large box.

But I couldn’t open it, as it was inside a bag.

When I did open it it was empty, and the note inside said: ‘Hello, this is Jill, I’d like to open your gift, but the contents are inside a very special envelope.

I’ve had a mystery shopping spree.’

I was completely flabbergasted, and I had never heard of the person who was sending this envelope.

What I found out is that this person had been stalking me.

Even though I’d never heard anything about the mystery shoppers, I had been stalked by someone who was obsessed with me.

It was only later that I realised that the person had targeted me because I’d bought a gift that was a mystery for him.

That’s why, at the time, I was shocked to find out about the person.

He’d also bought a box, and it had a note inside.

“Dear Jill, This is a mystery box, I would like to see if you can open it.

If so, please open it for me.”

I opened it, and there was a letter inside, which read: “Hi Jill, Your gift was delivered to you on the 25th of May.

Please open it and be very careful.

If you open it you may be the victim of a crime.

Please do not open it again, I don’t want you to open a box for someone else.

Please take care, please”.

The note had a picture of a big, red, black box.

The note was a photograph of the box. 

The box had a red circle on it.

Jill and I looked at each other. 

“What is this?”

Jill asked me.

I looked back at her and smiled. 

Then I looked around the house and realised that this was the last time I’d ever seen Jill in my life and that I’d been the one to open her gift.

After the envelope was opened, I discovered that I had a large red box inside it. 

I looked around my house, and saw that Jill had opened the box, but there was nothing inside. 

Jill had told me that she didn’t think there was anything inside.

The box was empty! 

“You’re lying to me,” I told Jill. 

When I asked why she had opened this box, Jill said that it was because she’d wanted to show me the letter she’d received.

Then she opened the letter, and read it.

The letter had a message inside it, but it was filled with red. 

 “The envelope you opened is a letter.

Inside is a photograph.

Dear Jill: This is a photo of a photo, that you received when you opened your gift.

The picture you opened was taken by a mystery shoppers friend, “A mystery shoker”.”

A photo” Jill and I both said to each other, “That’s not right.

How can a mystery shoper open a photo?” 

I went into Jill’s bedroom, and asked her what was wrong.

 “It’s not my photo, it’s yours,” she said. 

In my room, I saw Jill’s photo, and Jill’s reply.

I asked her why she’d opened the envelope, and she told me she had to see it, so she opened it and saw it.

Jill’s picture had a caption inside it that read: “Dear Jill.

I’m sorry, but I cannot open this photo.

“It is locked inside a letter.” 

 Jillian opened