Kyle was interrupted by a ring at Jen's front door.
"Go see who it is, Jen. I can wait."
Jen would have just hung up the phone in disgust, but some unidentifiable urge had her place the receiver down on a table instead. She then walked to the door.
It was a delivery man, holding a plain brown box in his hands. He had a glazed look on his face, like he was sleepwalking.
"Package for Jennifer Smith," he droned.
"You're pretty early today," she said. Jennifer frequently had deliveries, often consisting of new clothes and accessories to keep up with changing trends. The size of the box appeared just right for some new pairs of shoes she had ordered from an on-line store. She took the box from the man's outstretched arms. "Don't I need to sign something?"
The man turned around without a word and walked back to his truck.
"Okay, then. Whatever." Jen spun around, nudging the door closed with a foot as she turned, and carried the package back into the kitchen. She set it down on the table next to the phone.
Again, despite the urge to hang up the phone without even a "Goodbye," Jen found herself holding the receiver up to her ear. "I'm back," she said.
"Great," Kyle said eagerly on the other end. "Because it's time for your curse. The delivery man was gracious enough to drop off that package free of charge, at the exact time I requested. I dare you to open it immediately after this phone call, then obey any and all instructions you find inside. There will also be a picture in an envelope marked 'Transformation.' You will open this envelope when instructed and look at the picture. The minute you do, you will transform to become a real-life version of what is shown in it. After transforming, reality will shift so that everyone besides you and me will believe you have been that way all your life."
Jennifer had somehow been lulled into silence this entire time, but once Kyle had finished speaking, she found herself in control again. "What the hell is with you? How'd you get my address, anyway? I'm going to get my parents' lawyer and sue you for harassment!"
"You can try," Kyle teased in a hauntingly sinister voice. Jen tried to ignore what little suspicion she had that Kyle meant every word he said, and that the town curse was real. She hung up the phone in disgust.
"What an idiot. He's dreaming if he thinks I'll play this stupid game." Jen grabbed the box, intending to carry it to the dumpster outside, but suddenly she found herself ripping off the packaging tape and opening it.
"What the hell?" She thought, unable to stop herself. "What am I doing?!" Her body was completely out of her control. With the tape now removed, she lifted the flaps of the box and peered inside...