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| Alarmingly Strange Stories |
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The Box |
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| . Chapter 1 - Scaring Girls I closed my eyes as soon as I opened them. The sun was way too bright. I lay there on the grass thinking, "This is kinda nice, now what was I doing again? Oh yeah, I was on my way to school." I sat up and looked around the grass hill which is behind the school's playground. I usually head up this hill on the way to school, so I guess everything's normal - except I'm lying on my back. I got dizzy when I tried to stand up, so I just sat back down and rested for a while. Then I saw it. The box. It's just sittin' there by my side. I don't remember having it before, but I guess it's mine now. I pick it up and give it a good look-over. Shiny, smooth, and hardly weighs anything, but I can't tell what color it is. It kinda reflects everything, but it don't look like glass. I shake it and hear a thud, so there must be something inside. I can't find a button or switch to open it with - no hinges either. I set it down and pick up a twig and start stripping the bark off while I think. Once the twig was nice and smooth, I started tapping my knee with it. Then, I started tapping the box and it opened. It doesn't flip up; like a cardboard box, it slides open. I can't see what happens to the lid, it just kind-a vanishes. Weird. I look inside… "Holy crap!" I drop the box and the top reappears. I start tapping it again, and on the third tap the top opens. I look in and now I see that the thing inside is moving. I wanted to close it but didn't know how. I shook it, but it wouldn't close. I shook it harder, lost my grip and it fell on a rock and closed. I tapped it three times and it opened up, then I gave it a slap on the side and the top was back. Well I know how to open and close it, so I got that goin' for me. I don't know what to do with it though. I hear kids playin' around. We always play until the bell rings, then we go in. If they're still playin' I guess I'm not late and everything's ok. I get up and go to the top of the hill and look in the playground. The kids are coming out of school, not in. That seems a little strange, but I really don't know how long I've been lying in that grass. I don't remember hitting my head or nuthin', I just remember grabbing my lunch from the dinning room table and walking out the door. And the box, where did that come from? I see Lewis walking across the playground and yell at him to stop. He sees me, but not until I'm right next to him, "I thought you were sick or sumthin'? You playin' hooky or what? Better get off this play ground before Ms. Clute sees..." "I ain't playin' hooky, but take a look at this, I don't know what to do with it…" I give the box three taps. Lewis just stares in the box. I can hear him breathing, "It's moving." He says in a whisper. "I know." . |
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