It was an old wine box that I thought my wife would enjoy, but I was wrong. Too late we learned that it was a Dybbuk; able to haunt and even possess the living.
The antique box attacked us endlessly, doing and saying the most vile of things. Finally, last Christmas, without saying a word, I decided to get rid of it.
So, I packaged it up and had it delivered – to myself. My wife couldn’t see the beauty of my plan until the package was left by our front door and stolen by Porch Pirates.
No police report necessary.