BIBLE✝️

For six months, my neighbour had been collecting my online deliveries whenever I wasn’t home. But one evening, I received a delivery notification for something I had never ordered. It started when I came home from work one Friday and found a package sitting outside my door. I knocked on my neighbour’s door. Me: “Hey, did you happen to collect a package for me?” Neighbour: “Yes. The delivery guy came while you were out, so I took it inside.” Me: “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.” Neighbour: “No problem. That’s what neighbours are for.” After that, it became a routine. Whenever I wasn’t home, he would collect my deliveries and leave them outside my door. Sometimes he even sent me pictures to confirm they had arrived. Neighbour: “Another package for you. You’re spending too much money online!” Me: “Don’t remind me. My bank account is already complaining.” We laughed about it. I never questioned him because he seemed friendly and always went out of his way to help. Then one evening, my phone buzzed. Delivery Notification: “Your package has been successfully delivered.” I checked the order history. There was no new purchase. I called the delivery company, and they confirmed that the package had been left with someone at my address. When I got home, I found a small brown box outside my neighbour’s door. I picked it up and checked the label. My name was on it. I carried it inside and opened it. There was no product inside. Just a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it. The handwritten message said: “Stop accepting deliveries from the man next door. He doesn’t live there.” I read it twice. Then I looked toward my neighbour’s apartment. The door was slightly open. And suddenly, I began wondering who had really been collecting my packages for the past six months.