My alarm blared for me to wake up at 7:30. My groceries were due and minute now. I paced back and forth, waiting for the initial knock, signaling that they had arrived. Way past 9:20, a knock sounded, but instead of the regular, ‘Tap, tap, tap.’ It was, ‘Tap, tap, BANG, tap, tap.’ Confused already, I creaked open the door to find a small box. I hefted the box into my arms, unusually heavy, maybe 50 pounds! I brought it to my table which began creaking. “Ughh,” I groaned, for I had not wanted to carry the box anymore. I lifted it again, with all my might, brought it to the floor and peaked open the top flap. Revealing shiny, silvery flakes. I carefully removed the bag of them, setting them right to me. I next hauled a couple bricks, maybe six, unusual because I know this store didn’t sell either item. I rolled my eyes and continued, finding a folded up witches hat, now I was just creeped out. I found yarn and hooks, thread and needles, accidentally making myself bleed. Next I pulled out a broom, wait what? “How in the world did a broom, of all things, fit in a 1 foot tall box?” I whispered to myself. I looked at the address, reading 183 Nightengale dr, I packed up the box and delivered it, not caring if this went to the right owner or not, I just wanted it out of my house.