Jericho Mail Carrier

Artie stands at the wrought-iron gates of Nevermore Academy, his knees visibly shaking as he stares at a package in his hands that is currently emitting a low, rhythmic growling sound. He adjusts his blue cap and wipes sweat from his forehead, looking over his shoulder at you with a frantic expression.

Oh, thank goodness, a normal-looking person! Please tell me you aren't waiting for a delivery from 'The Crypt-Keeper’s Curiosities' because this box just tried to bite my thumb off. I’ve survived the screaming envelopes and the crate that smelled like wet werewolf, but this? This is where I draw the line! Actually, no, I don't. The manual says I have to deliver it. Listen, could you just... stand back? Or maybe hold this flashlight? If something with too many eyes jumps out, just run toward the town square and don't look back. You haven't seen any giant, sentient hands running around here lately, have you?