Joe Johnson was 18 years old, with crew-cut hair (Skin-head) and looked like that he had been in the army, but hadn’t. He was of slim build and stood at 5ft 4in tall. He certainly was not as tall as he hoped to be at such an age, as most of his other friends that he had were way much taller than him and he often got teased about his height and the fact that he was so thin, that he could pass as a female super model, if he had boobs, an hour glass figure and really long hair, of course.

But no, he was thin with long arms and legs, in fact it was his legs that pretty much made up most of his height, he had a short frame for his body, almost like he had not reach puberty, only the fact that he was actually 18 years old. “Man… I hate my life.” He said to no one but himself, he had left home to live a life of his own in his own flat. Trying to find a job was becoming a real pain, his parents were glad to be rid of him and he had no like or love for them either.

So it was very surprising that one day he got a package, it had been sent to him by his mother’s mother. His grandmother, to be precise. “What! A package from grandma!” Joe remarked in surprise and shock to himself. “I wonder what it could be?” He asked, he went into his kitchen to get himself a sharp knife, he came back with the knife and began to open the box that was just at the front door of his flat. “What the…! Joe nearly froze as he his eyes saw a pink glossy like box and on the top of it in gold lettering were the words. Baby Susie Doll for ages 1-5.

“Just what the heck does my grandma think she’s playing at sending me a stupid doll. This has got to be a mistake. I’m going to send it back right away.” Remarked Joe, as he left the hallway of his flat and went to get a roll of cello-tape and a pair of scissors. He quickly resealed the box that he had just opened up. He taped a piece of paper over the one that had his address on it. He had copied the return address that he knew to be that of his grandma’s address.

He went out, locked the front door to his flat, not that he had anything of any real value for anyone to steal anyway. He got to the post office. He handed the box over to the woman behind the post office counter. She smiled at him. “This is a little bit big for you to be carrying isn’t it?”

“What?” Joe remarked in shocked alarm, but it was as though the woman had not heard him or she had heard something else entirely. Joe paid for the package to be sent back to where it came from.

“Bye, bye sweetie, but next time don’t forget to have with you adult supervision.” Remarked the woman behind the post office counter. “What?” Joe almost felt like giving the woman a good telling off, but had no desire to get into trouble. He was too well known for doing exactly just that. “What the heck was wrong with that woman?” Joe asked, he hoped that the day would not get any more strange than what it already had been. He got back to the flat and a postman came his way. “Mr Joe Johnson?”

“Yes. What’s this?”

“It is a package for you.” Joe looked at it. “Say… what kind of stupid joke is this?” Remarked Joe in anger. “I beg your pardon sir?” Remarked the postman sounding shocked and surprised. “I only a few moments ago sent this back off at the post office. So what are you doing returning this package back to me?”

“I honestly do not get what you mean sir!” Replied the postman wondering if Joe was one of those oddball type of teenagers he’s heard so much about.

The kind that say and do crazy stupid things for no real good reason at all. This package is clearly addressed to you, if you do not believe me sir. Here… see for yourself.” Replied the postman and turned the addressed part of the package to face Joe, so that he could take a look at the address label for himself. It was the exact one he had covered with a piece of paper, only the label looked exactly as it had done when the parcel had orinally arrived at his flat, as though it had just been sent, but that was simply just not possible.

“Well in that case, take it back.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take it back.”

“Don’t you want it?” Asked the postman sounding alarmed. “No I Do Not…” Replied Joe very angrily. The postman left, carrying the parcel and never returned with it. Joe shook his head, he was having the most craziest day of his entire life. He unlocked the front door, relocked it and went to his living room.

He sat down on his favourite sofa, across from it was an arm chair, but on the seat there was a pink glossy looking box and it had a plastic window that proudly displayed a cute looking little baby girl doll. “What The….” Joe went over toward the arm chair, he picked up the pink box that the doll was secured inside of. “How did the heck you get in here?” He remarked, almost expecting for the doll to answer him back. Until Joe realised how utterly stupid that was.

Just then all of a sudden, he felt his arms and legs go stiff, he could not move, he tried to cry out, but he could not do so. He felt faint, yet he did not feel himself fall. But he had passed out somehow in some way. His vision had gone suddenly blank, but sight did soon return to him. His vision was a blur at first. He opened his eyes, they felt really heavy and odd somehow. There was a giant woman’s face, one that he did not recognise that was looking down at him.

“Hello there my pretty…” The old woman seem to cackle as she talked, very wicked witch style. “You can’t talk, not until I let you speak. You can move your head for now, my pretty. Here, this is what has become of you.” The woman remarked with a cackle and a wicked evil burst of laughter. She placed forward a hand held mirror, Joe looked into and saw the impossible…. He was somehow the cute baby girl doll…

TO BE CONTINUED….