Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator felt magnified. David, finally home from a long day, was trying to unwind. A sharp rap on the door – another one.

“Package for Mr. Silas Blackwood," the delivery person announced. "You're at the right address, aren't you?”

David's forehead furrowed. Blackwood? He knew the previous tenant was some kind of eccentric, but he'd never known his name. "No, he doesn't live here anymore," he replied, his voice tight.

He signed the receipt and shut the door with a decisive click, feeling a strange tension gathering in his chest. He glanced at the box, then went to make dinner, leaving it where it sat.