Chapter 2A*Boy

You shrug, deciding against opening the door, and fall asleep. The thunder rocks the house, forcing you to hide under your pillows, but when it ceases, you wake up. You walk over to the door and see the rain has stopped, so you pull it open. A small cardboard box awaits, and you lift it up, wrinkling your nose at the smell. You instead set it back down on the step, and pull open the box from there. Inside lays a small figure, and you lift it carefully.

"LUNA?" you screech, dropping it. You lift it back up again, and gasp. She's dead.

Always answer the door. Unless it's a serial killer or a telemarketer.