An unknown person sends you, from Egypt, a box containing a rock etched with hieroglyphics.
"Package for you. Please sign here." Despite the confused look on my face, the delivery man hands the package over and thrusts a clipboard with attached pen towards me to sign. It's late in the day and he seems quite impatient to be heading off. I sign for the package to give him his leave and close the door while staring at the label on the package. There is no return address and the label itself was typed and printed. The package itself is wrapped in some sort of brown wrapping paper with two fraying threads, possibly made of hemp, from either side. I shrug my shoulders and grab a pair of scissors to cut the thread. For some reason, there is an uneasy feeling quickly absorbing me. My apartment is quiet... Too quiet. Just then the telephone rings and I feel silly for jumping. I'll admit, it scared me. I laugh at myself and shake my head while walking towards the phone to pick up the call.
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