It all began a couple of years ago, but only now I made was to understand the horrible

truth behind the mysterious event of my life.

But let me start from the very beginning and not rush the events here.

One day in March 2020, I was going to do a regular grocery store trip, so I took my jacket

and stepped outside the front door, and I almost tripped.

There was a small cardboard box lying on my porch with a typical Amazon tape covering

the joint on top.

Did the delivery guy mess up, as my first thought?

I looked left and right instinctively, looking for a delivery van or any sign of a mailman,

and of course nobody was around.

So I picked up the box and checked the sticker.

That's strange, I said to myself, as my eyes went over the address and name of the package.

I was stated as the receiver.

But I was pretty sure that I didn't order anything from them ever since I bought all

the Christmas presents back in mid-November.

The box was very light, as if nothing was inside.

It could have been a prank or a delivery system failure.

Who knows?

Maybe some computer at sorting factory malfunctioned, and I've been awarded with an empty box

sent to my door.

So my grocery plans got delayed a bit.

I walked back to the house, picked up the kitchen knife from the rack, and carefully

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