“Hello, little boy,” the stranger greeted as little Bobby ran his tricycle into the bottom of the man’s boot. “I have something for your sister, Sarah. I know she’s home, can you please go give it to her? Tell her it’s from a friend.” Bobby was a shy, six year old boy; he nodded. The stranger looked around the neighborhood – it was empty – and reached inside his trench coat and pulled out a little cube. It was a jewelery box, the kind that rings came inside of.

“Go now. Quick, Bobby, give it to her,” the stranger spoke through a smile.

Sarah jumped at the sound of pounding on her door. Without waiting for a “Come in”, Bobby ran inside and gave her the box immediately; he was curious to see what was in it. She asked him what it was and he made an opening motion with his hands urging her to hurry. Sarah removed the top and…

Bobby spun as she ran out of the room. Whatever was inside the box had bounced and rolled under her bed. He laid on his stomach and stared at the bloody human finger.