Gemotions

The package, delivered late in the afternoon, was wrapped in plain brown paper, no return address. The silence of the house seemed to amplify the tick of the clock on the wall as Leo surveyed it. The name on the package was wrong. The name of the previous tenant, a man who had vanished without a trace six months ago.

He backed away from the box. He looked at the shadows lengthening across the floor. He should call someone. He should call the police. But he couldn't move. He stood there, frozen. Then, slowly, he picked up the box. He had to know.