The green box in the attic We had inspected all the rooms here, the house was great even it was old. No leak to be found and it seems need to be repainted with brighter color. But there was a green box in the attic. Too heavy to be moved and too big for the attic door. Nobody knows where it came from, it was there before the last householder enter. We tried to open it, it was locked but we couldnt find its keyhole. So we left the green box in the attic as it is. But it still bothering me. Soon, the house was getting homey with a little change on here and there. It was lovely and bright, we enjoying our early days on this new home. But I couldnt stop thinking about the green box in the attic. One rainy night I sat on my bed, reading the last chapter of my favorite book when I heard strange creaking sound from the attic. It was blending with the sound of rain but It sounds unnatural. I was too scared to get upstairs so I waited sleeplessly until morning. When the morning came, I went to the attic and slowly opened its door. The green box is still there. It was so dark and dusty so I open the attic window an let the sunlight get into the dusty room, reflecting some flying dust sparkling like fairy dust. I stepped closer to the green box and examine its wooden texture. Once again I tried to move the lid but it still locked like before. Then I knocked the box slowly, wondering what inside it. A creaking sound came in return of my knock. What fool trying to wake me over centuriesss? The box slowly opened its lid, showing a pale figure with fangs wrapped in dark robe. I gasped about to run but the creature cried with strange creaking sound the sunlight burned him into dust leaving me alone with the opened green box.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 12:50:00 +0000
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