@metaphysiko: My Amazon package was delivered at 3:13 a.m. The notification woke me up. Your package was delivered. I hadn’t ordered anything. I checked my account. There was an order I didn’t recognize. No product name. No picture. Just: Delivery scheduled: 3:13 a.m. I looked outside. A box sat on my porch. No van. No headlights. No footsteps. Nothing. I opened the door and grabbed it. The box was heavier than it looked. My name and address were printed on the label. Under the barcode, someone had written: PLEASE DON’T RETURN THIS. I brought it inside. There was no shipping tape. Just a thin strip of clear tape running underneath the box, as if it had been sealed from the inside. I opened it with a knife. Inside was an old Amazon Echo. I had never owned one. Underneath it was a folded piece of paper. Three words. PLUG IT IN. I should have thrown it away. Instead, I plugged it in. The blue ring appeared. Then it spoke. “Delivery confirmed.” I froze. The voice was mine. Not similar. Mine. “Customer is home.” My phone buzzed. Another Amazon notification. Your package has been delivered. I opened the order. There was now a delivery photo. It showed my front porch. The box was sitting there. But the picture had been taken from inside my house. I zoomed in. Behind the box was my living room. And me. Standing there. Holding the box. I dropped my phone. The Echo spoke again. “Would you like to review your delivery?” I unplugged it. The blue ring stayed on. Then it said, “Please don’t unplug me.” I backed away. My doorbell camera sent an alert. Motion detected. I opened the camera. A delivery driver stood on my porch. He wasn’t moving. His uniform looked old. His face was hidden beneath a hood. He was holding another box. My name was on it. He placed it beside the first one. Then he looked directly into the camera. My phone buzzed. Delivery complete. I watched the recording. The driver never walked away. He simply disappeared between two frames. I locked every door. Then I called Amazon. A representative searched the order. There was a long silence. “Sir, this order is unusual.” “How?” “It was placed eleven years ago.” I laughed nervously. “That can’t be right.” “I know.” She sounded uncomfortable. “The delivery address didn’t exist eleven years ago.” I looked at the Echo. Its blue ring was still glowing. I asked who placed the order. She said there was no customer name. Then she read the delivery instructions. “Leave package at front door. Do not knock.” I hadn’t written that. “Can you cancel it?” “No. The system says it has already been delivered.” I hung up. I spent the rest of the night watching the second box through the window. At 7:02 a.m., I finally went outside. The box was gone. I checked the security footage. There was no recording of anyone taking it. But there was one new clip. Timestamp: 3:13 a.m. I pressed play. The porch was empty. Then my front door opened. From the inside. Someone stepped outside. Their face was hidden. They placed the second box down. Then they turned toward the camera. It was me. Same clothes. Same face. But I was asleep in my bedroom when this happened. The video ended. My phone buzzed. Your package has shipped. I opened the order. Now there was a product listed. Amazon Echo — Quantity: 1 Delivery date: Tomorrow. 3:13 a.m. Then another notification appeared. Your previous order was rated 5 stars. I hadn’t rated anything. I opened the review. There was only one sentence. It knows where you live now. The Echo spoke from the kitchen. I hadn’t plugged it back in. “Your next delivery will be brought inside.” I slowly turned toward the hallway. My front door was open. Standing outside was the delivery driver. He was holding a box. This time, there was no label. He looked at me. Then smiled. “Amazon delivery.” The voice was mine. #horrortok #scary #scarystories #creepy #amazon

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