Gemotions

The box felt cold against her skin. It was rectangular, made of a dark, unidentifiable wood. The address was correct: her apartment, but the name read "Jasper Crowe," a name she'd never heard before. She'd lived here for a year, and this was the first package addressed to someone else.

She backed away from the box, bumping into the counter. Her breath caught. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the hammering of her heart.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to regain control. She knew she should call the landlord, but her hands were shaking too violently to pick up the phone. She focused on the grain of the wood, trying to distract herself. It didn't work.