Breaking : Larry Receive A Secret Letter From Unknown Person - You Won't Believe Who Send Letter...!😱 Full Skit Below👇
Breaking : Larry Receive A Secret Letter From Unknown Person - You Won't Believe Who Send Letter...!😱
🚨 Breaking: Larry Receives a Secret Letter From an Unknown Person — Bethany and Sharra Discover the Truth! 😱
Larry had been quiet all morning. Too quiet.
Normally he moved around the kitchen with steady confidence, humming old songs or teasing Bethany about her need for “expensive coffee.” But today? He kept checking the window, pacing from room to room like he was waiting for something—or someone.
Bethany felt it first.
A gut feeling.
Something was off.
📬 The Mysterious Delivery
Around 11:17 AM, the doorbell rang.
Larry froze.
When he opened the door, no one was there—only a single black envelope lying on the doormat. No name. No return address. No stamp. Like it had appeared out of thin air.
“Who sent this?” Bethany asked from behind him.
Larry swallowed.
“I—I don’t know.”
But Sharra, who had stopped by unexpectedly to return a borrowed charger, stepped closer.
“Why does it look like a funeral invitation?” she muttered.
Larry didn’t answer. He tore the envelope open with shaking hands.
📄 The Letter That Changed Everything
Inside was a single sheet of ivory paper…
with only one handwritten line:
“I know what you hid. We need to talk. Midnight. — A Friend”
Bethany’s eyebrows shot up.
“A friend? Larry, what is this? What did you hide?”
Sharra folded her arms, staring at him with laser focus.
“Larry… who would send something like that? And what do they want from you?”
Larry stepped back, gripping the letter so tightly it wrinkled.
“I don’t know,” he insisted.
Except… he didn’t sound sure.
😳 Bethany and Sharra Demand Answers
Bethany placed a hand on her hip.
“Larry, you better stop playing. You’ve been acting strange for days. First the late-night phone calls, then you disappearing for hours, and now THIS.”
Sharra nodded.
“And I saw you at the post office last week speaking to somebody in a black hoodie. Don’t act like you forgot.”
Larry’s eyes widened—he didn’t know she had seen that.
“Look,” he said quietly, “it’s complicated.”
Bethany stepped forward.
“Explain it.”
Sharra added:
“Or WE will find out ourselves.”
Both women stared him down, and Larry knew he couldn't escape this.
💥 The Truth Larry Tried to Bury
He sighed heavily and sat on the couch.
“Months ago,” Larry began, “I found something that didn’t belong to me. Something valuable. Something dangerous.”
Bethany and Sharra exchanged glances.
Larry continued, voice low.
“I got a letter back then too. Someone was looking for it. I thought it was over… I hid the item so no one could use it. But I guess someone finally figured out who took it.”
Sharra raised a brow.
“What item, Larry?”
Larry hesitated for several seconds before answering.
“A safe key,” he whispered.
“A key to something someone didn’t want discovered.”
Bethany gasped.
“Larry! What’s in the safe?”
Larry shook his head.
“I don’t know. But whoever wrote this letter… they do. And they’re coming for it.”
🚨 Midnight Approaches
Bethany snatched the letter from his hands.
“Well you’re not going there alone,” she declared.
“Not with some stranger threatening you.”
Sharra nodded in agreement.
“We’re coming too.”
Larry stood up quickly.
“No. Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous.”
Sharra smirked.
“Larry, you should know by now—telling us no just makes us more determined.”
Bethany folded her arms.
“We’re going. End of discussion.”
Larry closed his eyes, defeated.
He knew arguing was pointless.
🕛 The Midnight Meeting…
As the clock struck midnight, the three of them walked toward the abandoned warehouse at the edge of town.
A single light flickered above the entrance.
Someone stood in the shadows waiting.
“Larry…” a voice called.
Bethany gripped Sharra’s hand.
Sharra whispered, “Stay alert.”
Larry stepped forward—
But before he could speak, the figure stepped into the light, revealing a face they all recognized.
Bethany’s mouth fell open.
Sharra nearly screamed.
“YOU?!” Larry shouted.
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