Crystal Foster frowned at the package, eventually deciding to call the police. They quickly dispatched officers, who arrived in bomb suits and cautiously opened the package.
It wasn't a bomb, but it was just as disturbing. Inside were several tattered dolls and dead rats. The dolls had Sylvia Byrne's name stitched on their backs, stained with blood, like some kind of malicious curse.
At the same time, the phone in the house rang. A police officer gestured for Crystal to answer it.
"Sylvia Byrne, do you like the gift I sent you? This is what happens when you make an enemy of me."
"Daisy Sanchez, if you think these things can scare me, you're wrong. I'm much stronger than you think. You're the one living in twisted memories. Do you remember how your parents, who favored boys, hurt you? Do you think of that every night before you sleep?"
