Chapter 1
The Box from Chinatown by Anurag Maurya
The package arrived with no return address, left directly on Billy’s porch exactly at midnight. It was a simple cardboard box, punched with a dozen crude air holes across the top.Billy carried it inside, the weight shifting strangely against his hands. From within the dark cardboard came a faint, rhythmic scratching sound.He hesitated, gripping the edges of the lid. As he pulled it open a mere two inches, a pair of small, snowy-white paws shot out, gripping the cardboard tightly. Two massive, unblinking dark eyes stared up at him from the shadows inside.