"Are you done yet wrapping that package" screamed the boss "Hold Up boss, this thing is heavy as hell" exclaimed the worker? "Well Hurry up and go load the packages in the truck make sure you deliver that big box first," said the boss. The boss raved out the door and got in his car and sped off. Meanwhile, the worker took wrapping brown paper and started wrapping the box for about forty-five minutes. The worker let out a smile "Now my boss will definitely give me a raise." As he picked up the box headed out the door and put it in his mailbox truck. "Now time to deliver this package is going to Fritz's household." said the mailman. It took the mailman thirty-five minutes to get to the Fritz's house. "Finally I'm here" he grabbed the boxed to notice it has been opened and there were knife scratches as if there was someone was trying to get out of the box. "What the hell!" said the mailman as his mouth was dropped all the way down to the floor. "I wrapped this whole thing up how did the box open and where's the toy maybe it fell our when I was coming up the hill," said the mailman. "Are those knife scratches on the box was a human trapped in there or something No No this can't be I'm dreaming" screamed the mailman. He looked down at the floor and saw a knife on the ground he picked it up at stared at the knife. "Wh-Whos Knife Is This," said the mailman shaking and panicking. The mailman felt tiny breaths behind him. "That Knife Belongs To Me Chucky The Killer Doll," Chucky said as a plastic bag wrapped around the mailman's face and started chuckling like a psycho uncontrollably.The man was trying to lift up his hands to squeeze Chucky but couldn't because Chucky was extremely strong and he couldn't breathe. Fifteen seconds have passed and the mailman has stopped breathing and stopped trying to fight for his life and died. Chucky took the knife out oh the mailman's hand and glanced a it. "It's good to be back again," said Chucky "Shit I have to go back in the box, How the fuck am I going to get in the house" Chucky stared down at the seat looking at the box he turned apart. "I have an idea," he said as a slight smile came out his face.
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