At 12:23 PM, the envelope was posted through Ethan’s letterbox.

The noise it made, as it fell to the floor at the foot of the door, was surprisingly loud.

So loud, in fact, that Ethan dropped the cup of coffee he held in his hand at that moment.

After muttering a few curses under his breath, he angrily stomped his way from the kitchen, down the hallway, and to the front door.

The first thing he noticed, as he picked up the envelope, was its absence of any address having been written on its front or back.

Strange, he thought. Surely they’d write my address if they’re sending it to me?

He quickly looked through the spyhole.

No one there.

But he could hear the loud clacking of a woman’s high heels rapidly exiting his pathway.

Ethan looked back down at the envelope — light brown; rectangular; around a quarter inch thick, a foot wide; considerably heavier than its appearance might, at first glance, divulge.

Little did Ethan know of the havoc that this envelope would wreak upon his life…