‘There’s a courier for you Madam’ the office boy said.
‘Huh,me?’ said Valentina raising her eyebrows not expecting any mail that day.
The office boy nodded.
‘Who’s the sender?’ asked Valentina narrowing her eyebrows.
‘This must be a joke’ Valentia said getting up from her chair.
The office boy stood with the parcel in his hand.It was a large square box.You could almost fit a small office cabinet inside it.Valentina noticed drops of sweat on the office boy’s forehead. The office boy’s hands were shaking slightly. She concluded that the box must be heavy.
‘I’ll take it' Valentina said gesturing at the boy to come near her mahogany office desk.
The office boy gingerly walked close to the desk.Unsure of the boy’s uneasiness Valentina asked ‘why do you look worried’.
The boy stopped walking. ‘You can tell me, don’t be afraid’ Valentina continued.The office boy mumbled something as Valentina craned her neck.
‘Listen boy, if something’s worrying you , blurt it out, don’t keep it inside.' Valentina urged.
‘Maam the courier man told me the recipient of this parcel will die the moment this is opened.’
Valentina could not control her squeal and burst into a short laughter.
‘He also said the recipient will laugh just the way you are doing now’
Regaining her composure Valentina said ‘well in that case why don’t you take it back and give it to the delivery guy?’
‘He’s gone and he also said,If I keep it then I will die.’
‘Ok this is getting really hilarious now’said Valentina trying hard to control her laughter.’
‘The previous 6 recipients of this parcel are dead, you are the 7th in line.
‘So how many more to go?’ she asked bemused.
‘You are the last one’.
Valentina rolled her eyes over with a smirk and reclined back into her chair.
‘I now firmly believe that movies can corrupt people's mind! Well if I’m the last one,then so be it – keep it on the table and you can leave’ Valentina said.
The office boy dropped the parcel on the table and hurried out of the office. Curious, Valentina pulled the parcel closer and examined it carefully.It was indeed heavy,quite heavy, she had to get up from her chair to pull it closer.She found the cutter in her desk’s upper drawer and slided it up one block at a time.The moment she dug the blade into the top of the parcel,it seemed sticky, as if there was something soft inside the box, like a cake perhaps. As she pulled the cutter back up, a red streak of liquid oozed out.
It was blood.
Valentina jagged back into her chair instantly.The oscillating air conditioner vent on the ceiling was stuck right in the direction of her forehead.A constant gush of cold air hit her forehead.She clenched her teeth and controlled her shivering hands.
A few seconds passed by and she noticed the blood trickling down from the top of the box on to the mahogany table and then on to the carpet below.Valentina felt paralyzed, her feet were glued to the floor,her hands felt heavy and her heartbeat was erratic.She couldn’t get up from the chair.
Moments later the trickle became a fountain. Slowly the small cut at the top, widened and it appeared to Valentina that the box was opening itself due to the force of the blood oozing from inside.Her face was splattered red and her clothes stained.Her hands stuck to the arm rest and veins near her wrist were bursting out.There was a surge from inside,as if the blood outside connected with the blood inside Valentina’s body.She couldn’t scream,her voice was choked and she found breathing difficult.Just then she heard a knock on the door.
‘Ms.Valentina, where are you, Its 6 oclock I need to close the books,if youre’ going to be late then…’ Robert paused as he glanced on a parcel lying on top of the table, unopened. He walked close to the mahogany desk and looked at the top of the box.
‘Ah yes ,I totally agree,we should add some heads in the operations department,I will make a recommendation to senior management’ said Robert pursing his lips.
The office boy lowered his head and whispered into the box ‘yup,two heads better than one!’
Gyanban Thoughts - A horror genre after a long time. The title Mailfactor is a take from the word Malefactor which means a person who commits a crime. Also a famous short story by Anton Chekov by the same name.The fiction here is for you to visualize and feel the chill from seemingly unassuming objects and people in our daily lives.