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Chapter 7 = The “Care” Package: As Dafi read the words on the note she let out a sharp gasp and dropped the note, taking several steps away from it as it fluttered to the ground as if it might burn her if she dared to touch it again. Dafi fell backwards a little against her couch, almost losing her balance as she was terrified to look at the inviting looking basket resting on the table. How had it gotten in here? Did Violet do it herself? How did she even know where Dafi lived? None of this made any sense!

Her breathing was all over the place as she finally worked up enough courage to move towards the basket and take a look inside. Inside the basket was just as horrible as she feared. There were all sorts of mocking things left inside of it, surely left by Violet herself, though Dafi still had no idea how the girl had managed to pull it off. The contents of the basket reminded Dafi what a fresh-faced young Mother-to-be might find in a care package at a baby shower. The basket was filled with all sorts of baby products such as baby wipes, baby powders, pacifiers, pacifier clips, baby clothes, and... worst of all... pull-ups! Full on crinkly little pull-ups like something that a little girl would wear or even a toddler! Dafi picked up the package of pull-ups and was shocked to see the girly and infantile patterns that adorned the fronts of them. There was Disney princess ones, butterfly ones, cupcake ones, unicorn ones! All one would need to keep a little girl wrapped up in protection for a long time.

Dafi took a closer look at the clothes that were in the basket and saw to her horror that the clothes were big enough to fit an adult! Or at least... big enough to fit an “adult” as petite as Dafi. She read over the note once again, her mind practically unable to comprehend what her eyes were telling her was the truth! Dafi shoved all of the baby stuff back into the basket and quickly opened her front door and threw the whole thing out of the doorway and into the street. The basket smashed and the products inside of it scattered across the pavement. Dafi smiled at her handiwork before shutting the door and locking it again. Then she turned around... and let out a small scream!

Right there on the table, right where it had been before, was the basket! The same one or a new one that looked completely identical to the first one. She rushed over to it and searched through it, starting with the note on top it was exactly as it had been before!

Dafi rushed to the front door and opened it. To her utter shock, the basket that she had thrown out there or any contents of it spilling out into the street was totally gone; vanished!

Despite knowing it might be futile, Dafi tried it again. She picked up the bag and dumped all of its contents into her large garbage can. Then she took the basket and ripped its weak body apart before tossing it into the can itself.

The young woman took a few deep breaths after her furious attack on the basket had tuckered her out a little. She turned away from the trash can... and there it was!!! Right on the table! The basket perfectly intact! Dafi opened the garbage can and saw that it was somehow totally empty! How was this possible?? She thought to herself desperately.

She walked to the basket one last time and was surprised to see a slight difference this time. On the note on top of the products there was one extra line at the bottom, once again scrawled in the fancy pink letters:

“P.S. = Nice try little Dafi, did you really think it was gonna be so easy little girl?”

At this point, despite how confused she was, Dafi knew that she was furious. She crumpled the note and threw it across the room. She half expected it to instantly appear back in the basket, unharmed; but it didn’t this time. Dafi grabbed the basket and this time delicately took it to her room. She put it on her bed and then walked back out to the other room and was once again a little shocked to see that whatever had been messing with her had not made the basket reappear on the table. Apparently its reappearing was based on harm being done to the basket itself.

She ran back into her room, hoping beyond hope that it had been some crazy mind-trick, but right there on her bed still sat the stupid basket of baby stuff.

Angrily, Dafi quickly threw a blanket over it. If she couldn’t get rid of it, at least she could stop herself from having to look at it. That was better than nothing at least.

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The rest of Dafi’s night was spent worrying over the day’s events and what that note had said. She tried to distract herself by cooking dinner, watching a movie, and having some wine; but not much helped her situation. After all, it was hard to forget about an evil teleporting basket full of pull-ups in your house.

At one point she walked back into her bedroom and read the note from the basket. Even though she knew it must be, she could hardly believe this whole thing was real. But this time, when she tried to read the note... something strange was happening...

She read the note out loud, “Did you e... um... eeej... no--- did you enjeeee... no that’s not it... did you enjoy y... your f-irrrst... d-day...” Dafi read aloud. For some reason she was finding it very difficult to read the note again, and not even because she’d crumpled it up earlier. What was going on??! Why was she... having trouble reading it? Some of the letters practically looked like hieroglyphics to her now.

Frightened of her newfound confusion, Dafi retreated back to the living room and took another sip of wine before starting up her movie again. Unable to bring herself to return to her bedroom where the basket awaited, it wasn’t long before Dafi found herself falling asleep to her nightmares right there on the couch... 

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