You read the email labeled !Important!

You rarely hear from you Uncle Martin, last time was when you turned 18 and graduated High School. Maybe he wants to congratulate you on finally finishing school and entering the real world...some money would be awesome too...but then Uncle Martin was usually broke...

Opening the email you’re taken aback by the message.

“Any package you get over the next few days take it!” In your mind you hear him shouting at you in his gravely voice and limited vocabulary.

Your heart skips a beat, shit, what did you do. Uncle Martin likes to joke around but not like this, and how would he know you were supposed to receive a package. It was too involved to just be a practical joke, Uncle Martin didn’t have money like that to waste.

The rest of the message read, “Call me once you get it. It’ll be from the United States Postal Service, sounds fucking weird, I know but don’t think. If you don’t get that package you’ll regret it, and I’ll be the one to make sure you do!”

What the hell could it be? With your curiosity piqued and anxiety growing in your gut, you can’t just ignore the email.