Dark Corners - Twelve Tales of Terror
“As she looked at it, she wondered why the delivery driver hadn’t knocked or left a note to say they had tried to call. She was just about to head out and meet Jane, when she had almost fallen over it. It looked innocent enough. It was wrapped in brown paper and had her name, Terri Browning, hand-written on top. There was no return address, no postmark. She wasn’t expecting a delivery. It had been months since she’d given in to the urge to browse the web for more books or clothes. She wondered if it might be from Mark, another desperate attempt to make up for the affair that had shattered her life. She had no intention of taking him back, and as much as the loneliness of living alone got to her, she had been hurt too badly to let anyone get close to her again. The box was maybe fifteen inches across and the same high, and as innocent as it looked, she still hadn’t picked it up.
Shifting her weight and still holding her front door open with one hand, she glanced down the hallway of the ...apartment building, hoping to catch a glimpse of who might have delivered it, but the hallway was empty.MoreLess
Shifting her weight and still holding her front door open with one hand, she glanced down the hallway of the ...apartment building, hoping to catch a glimpse of who might have delivered it, but the hallway was empty.MoreLess
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