It would seem that there was no abnormality in the eggs. That an egg had simply withstood six months past Easter hiding in a bush. Maya had even been the first one to say so, but, that was weeks ago. . . and this was the twelfth egg.

      They had started on the first of October, a small egg sitting in the front bush, though odd not enough to raise too much suspicion. Perhaps the egg truly had survived, it wasn’t like Maya paid much attention to the bush anyway. But as time progressed more and more eggs appeared, and in more obvious places. When the frequency of the eggs changed, so did the “gifts” inside. They started off small: candies, chocolates of sorts. Then they had been filled with trinkets: necklaces and bracelets, keychains and earrings. Typically Maya’s ‘packages’ arrived six days of the week on Monday mornings prior to work, Tuesday around noon (to greet Maya on lunch break), Wednesday afternoons placed neatly on the window seal, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, but never on Sunday’s. Despite the obvious concern something like this should impose on anyone normal, Maya found it intriguing. She had even attempted to communicate with the so-called  “Easter Bunny” (a name Maya and her friend had made for the egg layer), by placing an egg of her own in the spot where the next egg was to be placed. Only resulting in two unopened eggs.

      One Friday night Maya returned home from work, on the phone with her boyfriend Nathan. Maya was rattling off about the egg that would be waiting on her front porch whilst Nathan gave his two sense of disapproval.

          “Come on Nate, it’s just an egg! It’ll be right on my porch in three…

tw-”

          “Maya? Hey, what’s going on?”

          “It’s not here. Nate, there’s no egg here. . . I’m going inside.”

          “Oh god, no Maya! Have you never watched a horror movie before? The egg’s going to be inside, or worse, Easter Bunny’s going to be in there.”

          “Bet!” Maya’s prior concern laced voice was now bubbling with excitement ignoring Nathan’s pleas as Nathan heard her running for the door.

      The egg not being there took me by surprise no doubt, and despite my fascination, Nate’s possibility of something being inside my house is more than alarming. But I can’t deny the adrenaline coursing, step after step closing in on my main goal for the moment: the door. Once I reach that it flings open as I flip on every light glancing every which way looking for an egg or even the culprit themselves. My heart pounds in my ears getting louder with each step I take farther into the house and away from the door. The wind blows harshly slamming the door shut as I exhale a line of swears. Slowly but surely I walk down the empty hall flipping on the lights of everyone I check, nothing looks out of place. Finally, I opened the door to my bedroom, checking about and finding no other person. But there was a giant egg sitting in the middle of my bed. I grab the egg, it’s light in weight and color, a soft pink, I pop open the egg holding it a bit away from me in fear of what it may hold inside.

          “Duuuuude it’s my remote control!” Maya spoke into the phone.

Nathan let out a sigh of relief as well as a shudder. “So they’re appearing in the house now?”

           “Guess so,” Maya sat on the bed flipping on the T.V with her new ‘gift’ “As long as it’s stuff like this while I’m gone what harm can it be right?”

    Despite his growing concerns, Nathan expressed very few of them that night over the phone with Maya, which turned out to be a decision that would toll their relationship. The following days went by, the eggs had been found inside the house, filled with her missing items, all having been placed when Maya wasn’t home. Yet lying in bed Tuesday night she wondered what would happen if she wouldn’t leave. After the break-up with Nathan, she wanted nothing more than to stay home and wallow. Maya awoke to nothing unusual, she continued about her typical lazy day, lounging around hardly moving from her comfortable place on the sofa. The afternoon approached quickly and Maya kept up her guard in wait of the so-called “Easter Bunny”.

   Taking trips around the inside and outside of the house Maya found nothing of concern, the egg was nowhere to be found. Maya continued about her day, lounging on the couch, binge-watching various shows, ordering take out with no odd occurrences. It wasn’t until later in the evening had the creaks and groans of the settling house got to Maya.

  Before retiring to bed Maya checked every room for anything out of the ordinary, following the path of the hall leading up to her bedroom she found nothing. Slowly pushing the door to her bedroom open and flipping the light switch she found an egg sitting solely in the middle of her pillow. Maya slowly walks around the bed reaching for the egg before opening it. Taking the egg into her hands she pops open the green casing to reveal a single eyeball floating in a pool of thick red blood. Maya threw the egg, reaching for her phone despite her violent retching. Clicking the number of her latest call Nathan she holds the phone to her ear as she stares at her blood covered hand in a trance. The trance is finally broken when she hears the muffled ring of a phone, a song she can't help but recognize as her own ringtone on Nathan’s phone. Getting onto her hands and knees Maya looks under the bed only to be forever scarred by the sight. Under the bed lie Nathan dead. One of his eyes had been gouged out with a spoon which lied beside his dead corpse. A gag was tied around his mouth and his fingernails were scattered around the floor, Maya had assumed they had been torn out. Clumps of hair were strewn about the room, some belonged to Nathan others where obviously clumps of other women’s hair. Curled against the wall covered in her best friend's blood, her own vomit and tears Maya knew she had to call the police but was too terrified to do so. With the little strength she had left, Maya rose to her feet quietly stepping to get to her phone. Grabbing a hold of her phone she unlocked it, suddenly hearing the door creak open as the phone clicked.

          “There you are.”