Package Received

We follow Aelia Canterbury as her home turns into something else. An enemy. She learns never to underestimate the powers of love.

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3. Confusion

 

My heart stopped. What was going on? Who the Hell had given me this? Don't overreact now. Pull yourself together. I fiddled with the lock, but it wouldn't nudge. I tried pulling the necklace off, but nothing happened. Why won't you leave my neck! I was tugging and pulling, attempting to open the lock. Dammit.  I scrambled for the package.

                                                                           Aelia Canterbury.

That was all it said. I flipped it over and it was blank, terribly blank. This person had come to my house while I was running, and put the package on my doorstep. Did I know this person? Who would do something like this? I was thirsting for answers. I found myself lying on the ground. Get up, I told myself. Get up. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to lie there until it all went away. Should I call the police? Should I call my parents? The thoughts flew around in my head, but no answer came to mind. What if it’s a joke? A little voice in the back of my head said. What if the prankster just comes out of the bushes right now, laughs and that’s it? I hope so.    

I managed to get myself to stand up. “Hello? Is anyone there?” I stood on my toes to see if anyone was hiding in the trees. I was surprised by my voice. Normally it was low and confident. Now it sounded like a croak. Fragile and hoarse.    

It had started to drizzle slightly, the clouds overhead turning darker, and darker.

If this was for real I had to get moving. 12 hours? Then what happens? My hands searched through the pockets of my shorts until I found my keys. My heart was racing as I walked up the red brick road that led to my front door. I usually used my back door, because it opens to the kitchen. The front door led into a huge fancy dining room, where I never spent my time. I only used it for Christmas or Thanksgiving, when my family came over to visit. I grew up in Louisville, Kentucky, where my parents still live.

I wish I was there right now. I inserted the key and turned it slowly. With every sound I made, I cringed. It was so silent, I could hear each breath I made, each heartbeat. The voice, I thought as I entered the green carpeted dining room. I shut the door. For the first time I was afraid to set foot in my own home. Do you know that voice? It was a male voice. I racked my mind, but I couldn’t identify it. It had seemed to come from the necklace, which was still ticking. I looked down, and saw a little clock had formed. It was a countdown.

11:51:45  time left.

 

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