“Yup, that’s it.” Charles took a long drag of his cig. “Just don’t fuck up and put the wrong thing in there. Check everything first. It’s a one-way ticket what you stick in there. Usually.”
“What if I gotta deliver something real big then?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just leave it near the slot. They take care of it.”
She shuddered. “You don’t mean… one of them…?”
“Yup. Don’t worry, it’s all in the contract.” Fingers on a long, pale hand reached up, and smoothed back Charles’ glossy black hair, tucking it behind his ear. Kristen glanced at that third hand speculatively as it crawled back into the inner pocket of Charles’ short jacket. She’d only died such a short while ago, she didn’t know yet if it would be rude to ask…
“Well, you going to put ‘em in or not?”
Kristen blushed, “Yes, sorry sorry.” She kneeled in front of the little slot. Such a small little thing. The air breathing out of it was warm, but there were no fires emanating from it. No sounds. She pulled the stack of envelopes from under her arm, quickly flicking through them to check the addresses, just as Charles said. All good. After dropped them in, they walked back to the truck leaving the little lonely slot marked “Hell” behind.
Nightmare Fuel, Day 10