Creepypasta Corner

The Sneak

I follow a very routine-based life. I wake up at six o'clock in the mornings on week days to get ready for work. I take a shower, brush my teeth, comb my hair and put on a suit and tie. I go downstairs; I eat a bowl of cereal, put my dish in the sink and walk out the front door to get into my car. This is all over the course of about an hour so I usually leave around seven. Getting to work usually takes about forty-five minutes, even with traffic. The traffic is almost always bad due to everyone going to work at the same time. Once I get to work, I sit at a desk and work on computers all day. Lovely day, right? I get off work around 5:30 o'clock, traffic is almost always worse than it is in the morning. I get home in about an hour after I get off work. I change my clothes, make dinner, maybe watch TV or a movie, and go to bed.

It was a Wednesday when the strange occurrences began. I had just gotten home from a long, excruciatingly painful day at work. There was a box on my front porch. I found it odd because I hadn't ordered anything online in almost a year. I got out of my car and walked to the front porch, picked up the box and brought it inside. I turned the box over and over in my hands, it wasn't a very large box but it was a good size. As I examined it, I noticed it wasn't addressed to anybody; there wasn't even a label that said where it came from. It was just a blank brown box; however, it did have tape that sealed it.

I walked into my kitchen with the box in hand to grab a pair of scissors. I used the scissors to cut the tape. I pulled the tape off and opened the box. It was empty. "Must've been an accident," I said to myself. I threw the box into the garage to later put it in the recycling.

The next day was the same routine. I was startled to see a box on my front porch again when I got home. I got out of the car and brought the box inside. It was the same box as from before. I opened it with the scissors again; it was empty. I threw it back into the garage, and that was when I wondered how it got from my garage to my porch. I shrugged it off and figured it was one of the neighbor's kids pulling a prank. This thought soon left my head though, as I remembered none of the homes around me had children, not even teenagers. Again, I thought of it as a mistake.

I went to work the next day, just the same. I was so glad that it was Friday. My boss was in a good mood and decided to let me off work an hour early. On my way home I stopped at a little coffee shop to buy a well needed cup of straight black coffee. I was surprised to see one of my old college friends inside. "Hey Clarisse!" I said as a smile crept onto my face. She turned around and got out of her chair.

"Hey Matt, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same to you."

"Me? I'm just doing some work," she gestured to her laptop sitting at the table she was seated at.

"I see, I'm just grabbing a coffee, mind if I sit with you?"

"Yeah sure!" she said with excitement. "I could use a little chit chat." I nodded and went to the counter as she sat back down.

The woman at the counter looked at me and asked, "What can I get for you today?"

"22 ounce Americano would be great," I smiled. She nodded and turned around to make my coffee. I went to go sit by Clarisse. "So how have you been?" I asked.

"Well, I've been okay. Work has been stressful, and my dad is in the hospital again, sick."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I put my hand over hers. She looked at me for a few seconds before the lady came to give me my coffee. I slid my hand away, a little embarrassed.

She smiled, "It's fine, what about you?"

"Things could be better. Weirdest thing happened to me over the past couple of days though."