The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

She sat in stunned silence for what felt like an hour before the man returned and repeated this same progression with another of his relatives, a woman. This time, after the accompanying guest had been gently hip-checked seemingly into oblivion and the man had strode out, Gabriella made her way cautiously across the lobby and dared to look inside the present. She did not know what she expected. She told me that, vaguely, she imagined she would see a hole cut in the bottom of the box, and another in the floor below, giving entrance to a room with a mattress ready to absorb the fall of those who came before.

What she saw instead was nothing.

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