My dad used to work for the post office. One day he brought home a small package. It was as large as my fist with my name on it in neat letters, but no stamp or return address.

It was a small ceramic head with a blank unemotional face and no mouth. It was black and looked like porcelain. I kept it on my desk, thinking my dad had gotten it for me as a present for one of my birthdays I’d forgotten. My mom and brother had never seen it. When I asked dad where he’d gotten it, he always changes the subject or says he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. It sat on my desk for years. I had even forgotten about the package it came in. <br><br>I went off to college and when I came home for summer break, I noticed something different about the head. I couldn’t place it, but something seemed off. It sat on the same spot on my desk that it had sat for years. I thought maybe housekeeping had moved it and I was just noticing it now, but I don’t know. Anyways, I thought nothing of it and it sat on my desk for a few more years. When I came home for winter break last year, I noticed it again. This time, I’m positive of it. The face was different. I’m not positive what exactly is different, something about the eyes. It looks more realistic. I turned it over in my hand and saw that it now had a mouth on the bottom. I don’t mean that there was just an open hole, I mean there was a mouth. The lips were black, and the inside was a dark red.<br><br>I was alone in the house when I saw it for the first time. The first thing I did was throw the head as hard as I could out my second story window. I slammed the window shut and ran down to the front door. When I reached it, I stopped. I knew I had to get it. I’d never be able to sleep if I left it out there. I ran around to the side of the house where I had thrown it. It was gone. I searched everywhere and couldn’t find it. I was so shaken that I called my mom and told her I wasn’t up to staying at home. She said I could come back anytime, that it wasn’t a problem as long as I didn’t tell my younger brother.<br><br>I never went back. I still have nightmares about finding that mouth. A few weeks ago, I got another package in the mail. It had my address on it, but no stamp or return. I refused to open it and took it to the police station. I told them everything and they said they’d look into it. That was over a month ago with no calls or anything. I keep checking the mail every time I hear it come through the door, but I haven’t gotten anything. <br><br>I don’t know how it got my address, or what’s in the package. But I know those cops never even looked at it. I’m alone here.