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.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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