Beatles Horror Stories

The Jewelry Box (Final Part)

Requested by Beatlefanatic9

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Nothing had been found in that room by the time the police entered it...

Ringo thought back at the discovery, now knowing just where John, Paul's body, and the thing that controlled John's thoughts went to, along with that accursed white egg-shaped container.

Normally, one would have just glanced at it once and moved on, but now Ringo was sure that he knew that it was anything but normal.

He didn't know who or what had brought it here, who or what had entered his haven only to place it on the bed that should have been occupied with a sleeping bandmate.

The flowers that were painted on the small container would have looked rather pretty if it weren't for the small spots of blood spatter staining it. The few strands of auburn hair that rested in front of it only added to the creepiness.

George had been sleeping in this bed when Ringo had gone downstairs to get something to drink. 

He had been gone for no more than 2 minutes...

Ringo glanced around the room before he went up to the bed to pick up the jewelry box.

He stared at the painted flowers and the white porcelain that reflected the room's light.

At least, until the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Ringo froze, unable to turn around to see who or what was behind him.

"Malum..."

John's voice echoed out from behind him.

Ringo turned his head to the side.

He was barely able to comprehend the image of John standing, covered in blood before something reached out out from under the bed to grab his ankle.

By the time the lights flickered back on, all that remained in the room were the shattered pieces of the jewelry box that had been dropped to the floor.

The mystery of what happened to the Beatles was never solved...