The Box

As I was on my way to the mailbox (which was located in front of my house) I noticed a shadow behind me. I never looked back, and just continued walking. When I got there, I took out the key, and opened the door to the mailbox. There were no letters, but there was a large box in it, roughly the size of a small shoebox. I thought this was strange, since I was not expecting anything, so I decided to check the box to make sure it had been delivered to the right address. I scanned the sides of the box and realized there was nothing on the outside. I assumed the box was for me. I smiled, and then I took it out, and went back home. When I entered the house, I placed the gift box on the table, and went to the kitchen to get a cup of water. All of the sudden, the phone rang. I went to the living room, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Is this Heather?"

"Yes, who am I speaking to?" I wondered.

"Don't open the gift box."

"What? How do you know about the box? And how did you get my phone number?"

"Just don't open the box. If you do, your life will be over."

The phone went dead.
I stared silently at the box for a while.

Should I open it? I wondered. Or not?

I grabbed it and started shaking it to see if the contents were heavy or not. I couldn't tell.

I didn't know what to do. I just left it on the table, and went upstairs to my room. I grabbed a towel, and then I went to the washroom to take a shower.

When I finished showering, I went back downstairs, then headed towards the kitchen where I left the box.

It was gone.

I looked around, and then I realized that it was behind the table with my dog Shooshoo.

"Shooshoo, leave the box alone." I said.

Shooshoo whimpered, and slowly walked away.

I was relieved by the fact that the box wasn't opened. The phone rang again, and I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Heather?"

"What do you want?" I wondered.

"You are no longer safe."

I took a deep breath. "Why not? What's going to happen to me?"

The caller chuckled, and then said, "I just would like to tell you that some people want that box. They are going to come to your house today. They're going to search for the box."

"How do you know that these people are looking for the box?" I asked the caller.

"I just know. You don't have to know now. The box wasn't supposed to be in your mailbox. The mailman must've accidentally placed it in your mailbox."

"What is inside the box?" I asked.

The phone line went dead.

I yelled, "Damn it."

Each part of my body was shaking and shivering. I was scared.

A short time later, I looked at my watch. It read: 9:00.

It was my sleeping time. I took Shooshoo with me and went to my room. I placed the mysterious box into my closet, and locked the doors to it. All the while, I was thinking about the box. I couldn't shut my eyes for one minute. I kept staring hard at the clock on my night table. Suddenly, I heard a thud. I started shivering.

Then, my ears heard noises around the house.

Everything the caller said to me was true.

I remained still in my bedroom, praying to God.

I was about to call the police, but I didn't. I was too scared to do anything.

I opened my eyes the next morning to the sound of the phone, which was located beside my bed.

I rubbed my eyes, and then answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Heather."