Gemotions

The postman had barely left before she was on her feet, stalking towards the offending package. "To Miss Eleanor Vance," it read, a name that conjured images of cluttered rooms and overflowing closets. The previous owner. The one who'd left the house a shambles.

She picked up the package, her jaw clenched. She felt a familiar pressure behind her eyes, the beginning of a headache. The beautiful garden she had painstakingly planted, and this intrusion on her peace?

She ripped the box open, the sound echoing in the silent house. Inside was a subscription box, labeled "Cozy Nights In." She felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to scream.