#lpoh

A story - nay - a eulogy for all of those that have witnessed the horror of receiving a package from this godforsaken company... nothing can be worse than getting a Little Package of Horror.

Genre

horror/thriller/suspense/supernatural (not fully decided which, if not all of these)

Main Characters

Ada the delivery driver

a little black cat, Mery

Themes

anything can be terrifying if the situation calls for it

dark vs light

haunting/curses

Links

Little Package of Horror

LPoH

What is it About?

Lots of strange things happen on your route when you deliver haunted goods...

Taglist (ask to be added or removed):

lordkingsmith

spenceberri

jade-island-lives

bathingindirtyteacups

(picture was made on this picrew)

Full Name: Ada Lynn-Marie Jones

Age: 28 (looks 16 or 17, depending on who you ask)

Gender: cis female (she/her)

Species: human

Siblings: ???

Children: None

Other Family: both parents, who are still happily married

Personality: quiet, friendly, takes her job pretty seriously, usually calm in tough/scary situations

Likes: singing

Dislikes: lies and deceit, creepy things (hon, you're in the wrong story, sorry to tell you)

Love Interest: none (not interested in dating)

History: ??? All I know is she great up with both parents (maybe a sibling but no more than one), destitute

Quote: ???

Tags: Ada, Ada Jones, about Ada

I wish that the stories I am about to divulge to you were made up… and you know what, maybe they are. Maybe it’s some sick writer’s story, making me see the terrifying things I’ve seen… but to me, they were real as the hands typing this story, and I hope that by the time you finish reading these short stories about my job as a delivery driver, you won’t be sitting there like this chick be cray cray.

I’m not cray cray. I am very, very sane. But I am also very, very terrified and very very traumatized from the job that I had to do to get up on my feet.

You see, I grew up absolutely destitute. It’s terrible to think how my parents couldn’t give me all the things they wanted to. I wasn’t even supposed to exist. Not until mother found her success (which, by the way, means I would never have been born).

The company I worked for was a complete enigma. Even the van I drove didn’t have any sort of scrawling of what company it was from. The man that interviewed me was sketchy but I needed a job. I needed one bad. Like, bad. So I took the job, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

Would I do it again knowing everything that’s happened? … yes. Why? Because again I needed the money. But if I wasn’t in such a dire state to get out of my financial situation? There is no way in hell I’d ever be caught dead in that van again. Ever.

However, I did need it, so I was… by the way, I have no idea how the customers even found out about the company. They always seemed to be expecting me, never seemed surprised to see me… but again, I don’t understand how they even know the company existed. I didn’t know until I saw the most cryptic post online for a job. One of those ones that doesn’t state the company name, just a title of the work, the salary pay (2500 a month) and instructions on how to apply.

But they were the only legit company to even give me the light of day. They were the only ones to respond to my application, so I told myself if they were sketchy, I’d work just long enough to find another job or save up enough not to need to work for a little while and be able to quit while I looked for another work.

I’m not sure that “sketchy” is quite the term I’d use to describe that company and job, but… god, they were definitely something. Can’t quite put my word on what I’d call them, though.

I guess the best word I can think of would be… they were haunting.

I am going to start you off with one of the truly freaky stories so that you aren’t expecting all of these stories to be tamer than they are. Honestly, I’m a little phobic of dolls ever since this incident. You might wanna sit down for this one…