00:00I ordered a package last Tuesday. Standard delivery. 325 business days. I wasn't in a hurry. Then on Thursday morning,
00:08I got a notification. Out for delivery. Expected between 2 o'clock and 6 o'clock p.m. seemed normal
00:14enough. I work from home, so I just waited. Kept my phone nearby with the volume turned up, ready for.
00:20The buzz of the doorbell. At 2.47 p.m., my doorbell camera sent an alert. Motion detected. I opened
00:28the app, expecting to see a delivery driver, but the person on my porch wasn't wearing a uniform. It was
00:34just a man in regular clothes, jeans, a black jacket. There was no delivery truck in the driveway. No van
00:40parked at the curb. He just stood there, completely still, staring directly into the camera lens.
00:45A cold feeling washed over me. I didn't go to the door. I just watched him through the app, my
00:52heart starting to pound, waiting for him to leave, but he didn't. He stood there for 11 solid minutes, just
00:57staring as if he knew I was watching. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, he turned and walked away. I
01:03tried to shake it off, telling myself it was just some weirdo, but at 4.15 p.m., another alert.
01:09I opened the app with a sense of dread.
01:11It was the same man, standing in the exact same spot, with the same blanked, unnerving stare fixed on the
01:17camera. This time, I knew something was wrong. I called the delivery company. I asked them if my package had
01:23been delivered yet. The customer service representative sounded cheerful. Yes, she said. It shows here it was delivered.
01:29At 2.47 p.m., we have a signature on file. But I never signed for anything. I never even
01:36opened the door, and there was definitely no package on my porch. I checked my camera footage again. The man
01:42never left anything. He never knocked. He just stood there.
01:46At 5.38 p.m., my phone buzzed with a third alert. My blood ran cold. He was back. But
01:53this time, he was holding something. A box. My package. He didn't put it down.
01:58He just held it, cradling it in his arms, staring at the camera. He was taunting me. I grabbed my
02:04phone and dialed the police, my hands shaking so badly I could barely press the numbers.
02:08I told them someone was at my door, that he wouldn't leave, that he had my package. They said they'd
02:13send a patrol car. I kept the live feed open.
02:15My eyes glued to the screen. The man was still there, a motionless statue on my porch, holding that box,
02:23not moving an inch.
02:24Then at 5.51 p.m., he finally moved. He slowly bent down, placed the box neatly on my doormat,
02:31straightened up, turned, and walked away into the evening gloom.
02:34By the time the police arrived, he was long gone. The officers were helpful. But there wasn't much they could
02:40do.
02:40They took photos of the box, asked me a series of questions I could barely answer, and told me to
02:46file a report.
02:47They advised me not to touch the package until they were done, but they couldn't take it as evidence.
02:51It was, after all, my property. After they left, I stood there for a long time, just looking at the
02:56box through the peephole.
02:58Finally, I worked up the courage to bring it inside, locking the door and chain behind me.
03:03It was addressed to me. Correct name. Correct address. The tape seemed untampered with. I carefully opened it.
03:10Inside was the book I'd ordered, just as expected. Nothing unusual.
03:14But there was something else. Lying at the bottom of the box was...
03:17A single, folded piece of paper.
03:20My heart hammered against my ribs as I unfolded it.
03:23It was a printed screenshot from my doorbell camera.
03:26The time stomped read to 47pm, the exact time of his first visit.
03:31But the image...
03:32The image was impossible.
03:34In the screenshot, I was standing in the doorway, my hand on the knob, opening the door for him.
03:39I was letting him inside.
03:41I never opened the door. I know I didn't.
03:43I was in my office the entire time.
03:46I never let anyone inside.
03:47But this photo showed me doing just that.
03:49I frantically went to my camera's cloud storage, scrolling through every single recording from that day, frame by frame.
03:55Nothing matched the screenshot, that image, of me opening the door.
03:59Simply didn't exist in my footage.
04:02But someone had it.
04:03Someone had created it or hacked my system to capture it.
04:07Someone printed it and someone put it in my package.
04:10I haven't ordered anything since that day.
04:13I can't bring myself to.
04:14But last night, my phone buzzed with an email.
04:17It was another delivery notification.
04:19For a package I never ordered expected delivery.
04:22Today, between 2 o'clock.
04:24And 6 o'clock p.m.
04:26It's 2.46 p.m. right now.
04:28My phone just buzzed.
04:30Motion detected.
04:31I'm not going to look.
04:32I can't.
04:33Hollow hours.
04:34I'm not going to look.
04:34I'm not going to look.
04:34Let's go.
