Gemotions

The delivery man had just left. A long, rectangular box lay at her doorstep. Amelia knew instantly it was trouble. She recognized the shipping label, same as the one on the many packages the previous owner, a Mr. Silas Thorne, would get. Mr. Thorne had always been a quiet man, but she still got a bad feeling anytime she passed him on her way to the market.

Now here it was, in front of her door. She wanted to run. She wanted to scream. She had a dreadful notion of what was inside. She imagined all of the things.

She leaned in, peering through the gap in the box's seams. The dim light of the hallway was not enough. She reached for her phone, turning on the flashlight.