Sophie feels the weight of a small, interesting box.
DING DONG!
My doorbell rang, who could it be at this hour?
I take a few steps towards the door, straining my ears as I try to hear any movement.
Something didn’t feel right.
I open the door, no one was there. I look around curiously, and my eyes lock onto a small box placed on my doorstep.
I crouch down, picking it up, but it was heavier than I expected.
That’s when I notice the rancid smell coming from the box. Yuck, It smelt like rotting meat!
“Should I open it?” I whisper, starting to feel nauseous.
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