The Parcel

He spun around and raced towards the door. He knew he had made a huge mistake. Cursing himself for realizing it only now, he knew it was a little too late to rectify the situation.

By the time he reached the door, the men in black suits had got already got in their BMW and sped off.

He stood there panting for air. Regretting his actions.

"What have I done? What kind of mess am I getting myself into?"

He rubbed his temples with his index fingers and slowly turned to unlock the door, when he noticed an unusual parcel standing at the foot of the stairs.

Curiosity got the better of him. He is the kind of guy who doesn't believe in the saying "curiosity killed the cat."

He leaned forward and carried the parcel and examined it.

It was light..Almost like there was a 100 sheet tissue box in it. He shook it near his ears trying to guess what was inside.

As there was o name on it, he decided to take it in. He looked around, put the parcel in his bag and headed to his apartment.

Along the way, he was thinking of what could be in the box?

Maybe a cheque for 1 million dollars?

Maybe some secret government documents that could get him killed?

As the elevator went higher, his imagination grew stronger. He imagined him opening the parcel and he found a letter and a badge. A badge engraved "SECRET SERVICES".

He saw himself in the black suit and standing in the crowd, surveying. You can never be too safe when you are on the lookout for the President of the United States.

His trail of thoughts was interrupted as the elevator reached his floor.

He rushed to his apartment. As soon as he locked the door, he unwrapped the box eagerly.

When he opened the flap, only then did he realized, again, it was too late.

A bright flash of light was seen rising from the apartment, followed by a loud "Booooooom".

He learned it the hard way. Curiosity DID kill the cat.