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INSTALLMENT ONE

Ding! My doorbell rings as I set down my bowl of popcorn on my coffee table. I leave my living room and walk to the front door. I open it. A misshapen package sits upon my porch. I scan my surroundings for any sign of the person that left it. I had never ordered anything so why would it be there?

Who left this here? And why at this time? It's so dark out...

A sudden rustle in the bush to my left, disturbs my quiet neighborhood. I step over the package as I go to see what caused the noise.

Nothing, there's nothing there.

I return to my porch, grab the package, and take one last look around.

Absolutely nothing. Odd, I could've sworn I heard something.

A light flickers down the street. It flicks four times, stops, and then flicks again for another two.

The streetlight sucks, I should report that later.

I walk back into my house and lock the door. The package, which looked quite light, turned out to be so heavy. I toss it on my kitchen table and make my way back to the living room. Some PBS children's show is on, so I go to change the channel.

Right before I do so, a special broadcast appears on the T.V. The letters I,D, and S flash on in bright red.

Hm... What is this? Who's the I.D.S?

Hello. If you are reading this, that means that something has intruded your connection. Please call 879-443464-669 to help fix your problem. We assure you that it is in your best interest to call now.

A quick message appears...

They are approaching you... RUN!

As fast as the second message appeared, it disappeared a second after, not giving me a chance to read it. The broadcast ended with the same letters I.D.S.

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After a few hours of binge watching horrible comedy movies, I tire out and something pops back into my head.

I.D.S. What does that mean again? Where did I see it?

I slowly walk towards my bedroom to search it up on my computer.

Thud! I jump, alarmed by a loud crash. It came from my kitchen. I turn back and make my way toward the kitchen.

Upon arrival, I notice the package on the floor. One light is on, the light above my kitchen table. The mustard fluorescent color shines on the package, highlighting the weird shape. A single line of red tape lays off center upon the top, as if to cover a rip. I squat to observe the oddness of it. I flip it over and on the backside there is a label.

Addressed to————————, I don't know that name. Interesting.

I rip open the package.

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I yawn in exhaustion.

Today has been a long day. Time to clock out.. but before that I need to turn on my heater.

In my bedroom, I turn on my space heater, change into pajamas, and jump into my bed.

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Beep... Beep...Beep! I wake up to the annoying beeps of my alarm clock. I look outside. It's darker than earlier.

What time is it?

Beep... Beep... Beep! The stupid clock. I slam my hand down on the snooze button. The force from my hand and the hardness of the plastic, leaves my hand stinging after I hit it. I get up, groggy. I trudge down my hallway, a blanket covering my shoulders. It is surprisingly cold in my house.

I swore I put the heater on before I went to sleep.

I turn it back on. I go to my kitchen to make tea. Warm tea that can save me from this cold.

While the water starts to boil, I start a flame in my fireplace.

Nice, my hands are red and shivering. I should have taken my mom's offer to go to the beach house.

Whiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee! The water finished.

The kettle is hot, scorching even. Must make no mistake

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