My story of running into the Bloodhound Express delivery person.
The moment the text buzzed, a chill seeped in. A black box sat at my door. It felt ice-cold against my fingertips. What did I receive this time?
I looked around. The corridor was empty. The fluorescent light flickered intermittently, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls.
Then.
Thud. —
The sound of something settling on the ground. But I still couldn't see anything. My heart dropped.
Then, a chilling draft brushed the back of my neck.
Slowly, very slowly, I turned my head.
Something was standing at the end of the corridor.
Impossibly long, thin limbs. A figure impossible to make out beneath the black clothing. Hair hung long, glinting faintly under the fluorescent light. The face was swallowed by darkness and invisible.
I held my breath.
'The delivery person.'
They stood motionless, watching me.
No — it felt like they were watching.
I froze in place. For some reason, I couldn't run.
They took one step forward. There was no footstep. Like the wind, like a shadow, they glided toward me. I scrambled to close the door. But my hands were shaking too badly to grip the handle.
When they stood right before me, all sensation drained from my body. In the cold air, I could feel a presence — unmistakable.
They did not speak. They just... watched.
In that instant, my mind went blank.
I only blinked — and they were gone.
On the floor, only the single black box remained.
It felt like an eternity before I could bring myself to pick up the black box.
After gathering myself, I went back inside and turned on my phone.
Blinking, I pulled down the notification bar on my phone.
There, too, PM. 07:13 glowed with unmistakable clarity.
No, that can't be right. At least 5 minutes must have passed.
Does time move slowly for them? Or does time simply stop when you are with them?
