Amazon horror storie.

“Next-Day Fright” The sun had long dipped below the Indiana horizon when Marcus, an Amazon delivery driver on his last route, turned onto Hollow Creek Road. His GPS chirped: “Next stop: 1313 Cemetery Lane.” He groaned. That address always gave him the creeps—right across from the old graveyard, where the tombstones leaned like tired sentinels and fog clung to the earth like a secret. As he slowed near the iron gates, his headlights flickered. The van sputtered, then steadied. He glanced at the graveyard. Empty. Still. Then he saw them. Figures in tattered clothes, pale as moonlight, drifting between the stones. One raised a hand—no, a finger—pointing directly at him. Marcus blinked. Gone. He chuckled nervously. “Long day. Just shadows.” He stepped out with the package, the air suddenly thick and cold. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying voices—soft, pleading. “Don’t leave it here…” He froze. The package pulsed in his hands, warm now, almost… alive. He looked down. The label read: Return to Sender. The name? Elias Grinwell. Died: October 13, 1887. The wind howled. The gate creaked open behind him. Marcus dropped the box and ran. The next morning, his van was found idling by the graveyard. Empty. The package was gone. And a new tombstone had appeared. Marcus Bell — Delivered Too Late.