Gemotions

A chill zipped down Sarah's spine when she saw the package. "For Mr. Edward Thorne." No, no, no. Not a good sign. The previous owner of the house had vanished mysteriously. Everyone said he skipped town.

She felt a sharp urgency, a sense of needing to act quickly. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Why this package, now? What was inside?

She went outside, inspecting the front and back of the box, trying to discern anything that might provide clues. She had to know.