Anonymous

Harry woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. That’s the first time Harry heard the doorbell ring since he hadn’t heard it in a million years and no one else could answer it for him because he was the only one in the house. His parents had just left for a trip to the Bahamas and wouldn’t be back until the week after. Therefore, the only person who could answer the door was Harry himself. Grunting, Harry slowly climbed out of bed and headed downstairs with a yawn. Turning the doorknob, he opens the door to find a UPS truck drive away from his house in the distance. Harry looked down to find a small, rectangular, four-sided brown papered box at the foot of his doorstep.

Harry lowers the envelope and spots a white sticker written in black ink that read: To: Harry. “This package is for me?” Harry scratches his head in confusion. “That’s funny, I don’t remember ordering a package any time this week. Who could’ve sent this?” Suddenly, Harry spots another stamp of writing on the package: From: Anonymous.

“Anonymous? Who’s Anonymous?” Harry feeling confused, sighs then shakes his head in denial, “You know what, whatever. If it’s for me then I guess it doesn’t matter who it’s from.” Harry then picks up the package with a “oof” as it was heavy.

“Geez! What’s in this thing a body?” Harry joked as he managed to hoist the package up with one of his legs and soon, both his arms until he was finally successful. “Ugh! Man, this is heavy!”, said Harry as he toted his way to the kitchen with every muscle in his body were slowly began to ache. Suddenly, he spots the black granite kitchen table and placed it there with a thud followed by a sigh of relief as the box and Harry were spread out across the table.

Panting, Harry finally rises from the kitchen table before straightening his back and rubbing his sore arms before finally speaking again. “Well, that was my workout for today”, Harry then slides the package towards him noticing the brown tape sealed over it. “I’m going to need some scissors for this one”, he said walking over to the gray cabinets before him and pulls out two black and white scissors then walks back over to the box. “Alright, here we go”, the scissor’s sharp blades cut a straight line through the brown tape and doesn’t stop until he makes it to the end.

“Okay”, Harry said putting the scissors down, grabbing hold of the box’s handles, “let’s see what’s inside h- “

Harry jumped at the sound of a loud ringing noise from behind, quickly catching his attention. Turning around, he finds the house telephone ringing. “Oh”, Harry walks over and picks up the phone before raising it to his ear. “Hello?”, he answered.

“Hello”, replied a dark, sinister voice, “is this the Grayson’s residence?”

“Y-yes”, Harry answered creeped out by the voice, “who’s this?”

“Did you get my gift?”, he asked completely ignoring Harry’s question.

“Your gift?”

“Yes, the one in the cardboard box behind you”

Harry gasps before turning around to the cardboard box that sat on his table. Confused, Harry raises the phone to his ear and speaks. “Who are you? Answer me now!”, he exclaimed.

“You haven’t figured it out yet?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s me, Anonymous”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock. “No”, he shuddered.

“Yes”

“What do you want from me?”

“Did you get my gift?”

“What gift!? What are you talking about?!”

“I mean, do you know what’s in that box?”

Harry turns back around to the box and begins to shake. “No, do you?”

Harry could feel Anonymous smile through the phone. “Why don’t you take a peek and see for yourself”

Harry shook his head. “No”

“Why not?”

“I’m scared”

“Come on, Harry. Be a big boy for your mommy and daddy”

“Mommy and daddy?”

“Yes, they’re waiting for you. Right in that box”

Harry gasps. “What?!”, Harry, scared out of his mind, puts the phone down and runs over to the box opening it. Harry’s eyes spelled out horror as to what he witnessed and screamed. “AHHHHHH!”

Anonymous hears Harry’s scream and smiles. “I knew you’d love it”

The End