The point is that his old hometown was boring as heck and being kidnapped is his idea of a good time.
The night before, Micah had joined this blogging site as mandated by the mysterious letter addressed to him, and had spoken to someone who was to be his co-worker at the post office. What was his name again? Well in any case, he wasn't in the post office when he arrived. Nor was there anyone else in the building as a matter of fact. Eh, must be out for breakfast something. It was still early morning and his old co-workers did the same thing sometimes.
Micah waited for a few minutes, but the quiet buzzing of the machines in the back of the room was the only thing keeping him company. Fed up with waiting, he decided to tour the facility himself. The doors to the back room were oddly unlocked. Probably because the staff here was waiting for him? He went in and began to look at the mess that was the sorting room. It didn't seem like anyone had been in here for ages. There were boxes all over the place as well, piling up on dusty shelves and even dustier floors.
Maybe they recently opened the post office up? He was a new hire, right? Micah kept rationalizing everything with simple naïveté, though really he was spooked. But in an excited kind of way. Excpooked. Spookcited. Yeah.
Not long after going through the shelves, Micah noticed a corner that appeared to have been recently disturbed. Boxes and dust had been displaced, and it really stood out. Curious, the boy dug through the boxes to see if anything was under there out of instinct. Sure enough, there was a bag with an odd sigil on it. It looked like some sort of satanic cult symbol. Maybe he could look into it later? He didn't want to take the bag in case it belonged to someone else.
He walked back to the main room and shuffled around to find some paper and a pen. Printer paper? Check. Broken but miraculously functioning pen? Check. Sigil? Check. Micah carefully drew the sigil as accurately as he could on the paper, which took a bit of time since it was a complex looking. The entire time, no one entered the building, leaving the new post boy to listen to the humming of the machines.
Finally, he set the pen down and looked back at his handiwork. The lines were shaky despite his best effort, and one could tell where he made and corrected a few mistakes, but it was good enough. Micah quickly returned the bag to its original location then returned to the front desk. He sat in the busted chair and stared down at the sigil.
A voice at the back of his head told him to draw a circle around it. He knew it was a bad idea; given the atmosphere of the post office and the events leading to this very moment, there was a good chance that something bad was gonna happen.
He drew the circle anyway.
And nothing happened. Well, nothing flashy at least. While he was expecting some sort of horror movie paper-bursts-into-flames-and-demon-gets-summoned-type incident, all that happened was a strange voice spoke inside his head. It was a strong voice and it felt very commanding, so much so that he opened his mouth to say the word. He uttered out from under his breath the word that was trying to escape his throat.