Gemotions

"Not again," mumbled Mark, staring at the package. It was the third one this month, each one addressed to "J. Dubois." The previous tenant had been evicted weeks ago. He considered leaving it on the porch, but the thought of the rain ruining it bothered him.

He picked it up, feeling a strange reluctance. The box was heavier than it looked. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. The air in his apartment seemed thick, oppressive.

He placed the box on the counter. He went back to reading, but his eyes kept flicking towards the package. He rubbed his hands on his jeans. What could possibly be inside? A feeling of unease tightened his stomach. He felt a compulsion to open it, to know.