The Story Continues On

Hello,

My name is Sean Hallofield. I am a man of no particular age, and I have no particular appearance. You can search for me online, and you probably won't find anything about the real me. I won't tell you how I look, nor where I'm posting from; it's better that way-trust me. I used to have a normal life, I worked for UPS during summer break to help finance my college years. Life was going well at the time, I had a steady girlfriend and I couldn't complain about my grades.

On one of my shifts at UPS, I had to deliver this package to a house on some street that I've never been to. When I went to this house, it wasn't anything worth mentioning. A plank was missing from the side gate, the drive-way looked like it had been shot to hell. Anyways, I walked up to the house, did the usual routine. Rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. No one came, and the package wasn't a priority signing, so I decided to just leave it at the door.

However, once I bent over to set the package down, the door opened.

I walked inside, assuming that there was someone in the house. Perhaps they were just busy and wanted me to put the package inside. The house was dark, except for a single light in the hallway. I smelled a faint hint of cinnamon, or like something was being baked. The kitchen was right next to the entrance, and no one was there. No sign of life at all in this place, except I heard something down the hall, like someone was talking, no-calling me. I walked to the end of the hall and to my right I saw an open door-way and a set stairs. The funny thing was, I hadn't noticed a second story to the house when I pulled up.

The cinnamon/bakery scent was very strong here. It definitely smelled like it was coming from up the stairs. And then...I heard that voice again. It called my name, and beckoned for me to come up. The only way I can describe this is as if I was in a trance, but I dreamily started walking up the stairs. A few steps up, a noticed a sort of sickening smell of rotting flesh and bile-a smell that until now was masked underneath the sweet smell of a bakery. I came back to my senses in no time at all and leapt down the stairs, to only have the door close on me half-way through. It hurt like hell, but my adrenaline was already pumping so I shrugged it off and pushed on to the entrance.

The whole house was acting up by now; there was a low rumbling sound, not unlike that of hungry stomach grumbling for food (funny to think about now). The whole foundation seemed to be rocking back and forth. As I looked at the entrance I came in at, I saw that the door was closed. Looking straight ahead, I noticed a room with a sliding glass door-I ran straight for it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of people standing against the wall just watching me; I didn't bother to stop and look. In nothing but sheer panic, I dove at the glass window. The funny thing is that it didn't so much break as it did burst, like I was breaking through a membrane or something.

I rolled onto the grass and looked up. The door had already been repaired, and the curtains had already been pulled over it. When I looked at the package, I noticed that it was addressed to someone named "Henrick" and it said beneath the shipping address "A present". There was no last name, and where I thought there was a return address before, I noticed none. I opened the package, obviously not afraid of company reprimands, and well, there was nothing inside.

Before quitting my job, I asked my company if there was any return address on the package. All they could come up with was the last place it was shipped from, which was Little Rock, Arkansas. I didn't seriously consider looking into it, until things started to happen.

Until I found the website talking about a certain house, with the plank missing from the front gate.

I'll post more later, but I have to go...now.