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| Alarmingly Strange Stories |
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The Box |
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| . Chapter 2 - Home I was watching the news, when Bobby comes running into the house all excited, and runs toward the dining room. "Mom! Mom! Look at this!" "I'm right here!" I yell to him. He doesn't realize he just ran past me. "What's the big deal?" He hands me the box, and leans over with his hands on his knees, supporting his upper body. He must have run all the way home. "Look what I found." He pants. So I pick it up and shake it, "How does it open?" "Lemme show you." I hand it back to him and he opens it. "Holy-Crap! Where the hell did you get this? Jesus! We gotta put that on some ice. IT'S MOVING!!! Where the hell did you get this!!?" "I don't know, I just found it." "Where did you find this?" I ask. "I don't know, I just woke up and it was next to me!" Bobby yells back. He must have picked up the excitement from my initial shock because now he looks excited and scared. "Just woke up? What are you… Never mind! Where did you first see it?" I try saying in a calm voice. "Let me have that. I'll just put this in some ice and call a hospital. Now go wash your hands, I don't know where this has been! Bobby just stands there while I head toward the kitchen. "I said, GO WASH UP! GO. NOW!!!" I yell as he scampers toward the bathroom, "Better yet, take a bath. You don't want any of this shit on you. TAKE A BATH - BOBBY!" "Ok, ok. I Heard you." He yells from the bathroom. I can hear Bobby running the bath water whileI dump some ice cubes in the box. I pick up the phone and decide to dial 911. The operator answers and I explain the contents of the box: "Yes, it's real. I can tell." I explain. "I think we need to call the police." The operator pretty much responded like I was a complete idiot, "I'm sure it's not beating, it probably just looks…" "What ever, what do I do with it? I interrupt. "Well, it might not even be human. Pig hearts look a lot like a human's. Really it may not be that big of a deal. It's probably just some practical joke. You said you put it in ice?" "Yeah, it's in ice. Should I take it to the hospital or what?" "No, we'll have someone come get it. It shouldn't be very…" Then I hear Bobby calling from the hallway and turn to look: My son is standing in the hallway without a shirt on. I notice his expression first. His eyes, they're asking "why?" I slowly look downward to see a perfectly round hole in his chest. I can see the bedroom behind him through the hole. The edges are perfectly smooth, sealed, and there's not a drop of blood. I'm too numb for emotions as blood rushes toward my head. My attention turns back to the phone, "I think you better send an ambulance…" . |
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