The Anonymous Box
I love Amazon! I mean it’s an efficient and effective way to shop without having to leave your own home. You can sit on the couch and watch the snow fall and your car being carpeted by frost as the graphite coloured truck stops by and drops off your packages like it’s Christmas. Anyways, I was staring into my phone and sitting on my couch while watching my one of my favorite show “New Girl”. I heard a thump by my door. I did not remember if I ordered anything, perhaps it was my roommate’s box. I opened the door and I came face to face with a drone. It was graphite like the colour of the Amazon truck. Maybe it was a new system they were trying out. It slowly whirred and buzzed and turned and it rose up in the sky and was out of sight. I looked down at the package at my feet. The friendly Amazon smile logo was missing. The advertisement of prime was nowhere to be seen. The blue and black tape was not there. My address was there, my name was clearly labeled on the box. It could be a gift from boyfriend, but he was not one to surprise me. I usually saw these things coming, although he does have a drone license. I shook the box and it did not sound like loose pieces. There was no ticking, so it was not a bomb. I took the package into my house. It was harmless right? It had to be. I had to open it. I placed it on my coffee table and I went into the kitchen to look for the scissors. I stared at the box for a while and I split the scissors and with the sharp edge ran it down the taped box. I unfolded the sides and I came to another box. That’s disappointing; the box within a box trick. I opened the next box and sure enough it was another box. I opened the next box. Then, I opened the next box, and the next one and the one after that. Then, finally I came across the last box. I shook it before opening it and it sounded like a single piece of something. I opened it and a single key fell out with a note taped inside the box. The note read: “334 unit 28a 21 Ave” that’s it. Great, a mystery box with a mystery key with a mystery address. Well, I did what any sensible person would do. I threw the key into my purse and drove to the address. It was an apartment building in one of the nicer communities. I parked the car and stared. I checked to make sure my location was on in my cellphone. I tucked it in the pocket of my leggings underneath my skirt. I swallowed and stepped into the apartment building. How was I supposed to get up to the apartment though? The buzzer had an auntomatic lock. I had to have a code in order to use the elevator. I tried punching in the address as the code, but an unattractive noise came the door. It was incorrect. Then I heard the ding and I looked up and sure enough someone was leaving. I took the chance and slid through and up to the elevator. I pushed the button with the apartment number, the elevator doors opened. I got off to face a single door with the apartment number on it. I gripped the key harder in my hand, I started to sweat. I gulped afraid to find out what or who was on the other side of the door like a child who was about to be pranked by her friends. I was being ridiculous, yet this after all absolutely anonymous. I could be walking into a death trap. I texted my boyfriend again. Should I report this to the police? No, it was too late now I was far too invested in this. I waited for a response from my boyfriend and nothing. I called him.