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Ominous October: Return to Sender

Hello Bastards, new and old, and welcome to Ominous October. I am your host, Emery and I thought that for the whole month of October, I would do some spooky short stories and shit like that instead of my usual one case a fortnight. I will try to post daily, but you should know that I'm the worst at upload schedules. Another thing I'm notorious for is intros longer than everyone on earths will to live combined. (Lovely wee Segway there) So on that note I will shut up and get started with today's case.

So this man had a neighbour that was trying to be one of those big youtubers. Over several years he watched as his neighbour would do things like cough out cinnamon or drive his car out of his garage while lying on the hood of it. He was tired of having to witness all of this stupid shit his neighbour did so he was glad when his neighbour told him he was going away for a few weeks. All the neighbour asked of him was that he collected his post and keep it safe.

For the first couple of days all the neighbour received was bills, what he assumed was a birthday card and a wee bit of spam mail. One evening he got home and a large box was on his neighbours front porch. In big letters on the box were the words, "Return to Sender"

This man wasn't exactly small, but had trouble lifting the box as it was very heavy and trying to get it across the road to his house was even harder. Once back in his own garden, he decided it would be too much of a stretch to lug this box up the stairs or even through his front door. So he chose to instead put it in his garage. The only problem was the garage door was a bitch to open and would probably be less trouble to just leave the box in the driveway. Looking back on it, the man said he should've just set the package down while trying to open the door instead of holding onto it.

While attempting to kick on the door to open for the third time, he lost grip of the package and it fell to the ground with a crack. His first though was that he had broken something valuable and would just tell his neighbour that it happened on the way.

He finally managed to get the door open with a loud screech, and was able to get the parcel inside. The man left it in the corner of his garage and forgot about it...until it started to smell.

He described it as a sickly sweet odour that smelt similar to a skunk. For the first few days he just thought that it was roadkill that had left it's mark on his house. It was only when the smell grew stronger instead of fading that he went looking for a source. He instantly realised that the smell was coming from that box in the corner, though assumed it was just one of those meat of the months that had gone off.

He approached the box, one hand covering his nose, the other holding scissors that he probably wouldn't have needed as the box had became soggy enough at the bottom that if you poked your finger through it would tear the surface. He didn't want to move the box as the contents would spill out onto his floor. So instead, he tore his scissors through the top of it and was planning on just taking the meat out one bit at a time. He thought the scent couldn't get any worse, until he opened the flaps of the box.

It was like opening a burning oven, although instead of the wave of heat, it was a wave of piss, sweat, shit and putrefaction. It was so bad that he had to run out of his garage instantly, and swallow back the puke that was threatening to erupt from his mouth. But no matter how hard he tried, the stink wouldn't leave his clothes. Nothing could erase the smell, not air fresheners, not three showers nor face masks. So he had to return to that garage to get rid of the box.

He returned to the box, clothespin holding his nose shut. Bin bag in one hand, strongest cleaner he could find in the other, and long rubber gloves to prevent his skin from coming in contact with the horrors in the box. Though it turned out he needed none of this.

In fact, the man didn't even have to touch the contents of the box to realise the horrors of what had been sitting in his garage for weeks. He looked in to see his neighbour. Dead. And still in one piece.

He called the police who took him in for interrogation immediately as he was their only suspect. Although they soon realised that he had nothing to do with his neighbours death...kind of. His DNA may have been smothering that box, and the smell still lingered in his house. But it was the neighbours vlogging camera that proved him innocent.

They only showed him the footage once, although that was enough to give him nightmares for life. The footage showed his neighbour outside a shipping facility, telling the world how he was going to mail himself across state lines and back home to surprise his neighbour. His friend helped to close the lid and dropped him off for shipment. And throughout the next couple of hours or days the neighbour filmed short clips of his travel. Though one stuck in the guys mind.

On his neighbours last film, the box had toppled over and the neighbour broke his neck and died. The camera kept recording either until it died or the card got full.

Above all, the moment that haunts this mans mind, after his neighbour broke his neck he heard the all to familiar screech of his garage door.

So my Bastards, that is it for today's Ominous October, I hope you enjoyed it. This one was quite different, but that's really what I'm going for on this series. I will be seeing yous most likely tomorrow for The Meth Banshee, some of you have maybe heard of that case but if you haven't you soon will. As always feel free to request short stories for this month and I will see you Bastards tomorrow. Enjoy your nightmares.

Xx Gothix Bastard (Emery) 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️