We were going through my father's stuff. My aunt and I had first dibs, everything else goes to the estate sale on Thursday. I was going through his old clothes. And let me tell you, he didn't have good taste back then. I found an olive green suit with puffy shoulders. My face went bright red, and my cheeks blew like glass, trying to hold back my laughter. "Bennie. Come check this out!"
I never liked the nickname Bennie. It's short for Benjamin, I guess. "Coming''
I shout to my ant.
I went to put the hideous suit down, but I had something new in the breast pocket. "Bennie? Are you common?"
I grabbed the folded piece of paper and ran to see her. "Did you know your father had a safe?"
She asked. my face matched hers. I guess neither of us knew.
"Wonder what's inside?"
I asked. "Let's find out."
We tried everything, but it still looked brand new. That's all I could think of for months. many nights at a time, I'd sit and stare at the safe gleaming in the moonlight till morning. I think the lack of sleep made me begin to see things. Things that no one else can see. My ant began to worry for me. Once again, I found myself late one-night sterling at the safe again. I began to remember the paper. The old, thin, fragile, off-coloured paper. I ran and grabbed it from my nightstand. I carefully unfolded it. "Make the right choice."
"The right choice? What choice?"
I muttered to myself. The lights flickered, then shaded. I look around quickly. There was a hole in the wall that was not there previously. A grey face with a deep sunken eye and a wight pupil fled as I looked. I stumbled back. Something cold touches my shoulder. I pushed it off and ran. The hallway felt longer than normal. a blink and it's there. A long bone face. A sewed-on smile, with not the faintest hint of a nose. Its ears. long and pointy. Its fingers were only bone.
I was terrified. "Destry the safe."
Its mouth never moved. But its words echoed around the room. Or was it my head? I turned around. they're a wall stud, and the safe sat before it. "H-how?"
A hole appeared in the wall. A black void to nothing. "Posh it."
"What?! No!"
I cried in surprise. a blink, and it looked as if it never happened. There sat the safe. A burning pain fled down my arm. "END THE OBSESSION"
Was etched in my arm. The grandfather clock chimed at 4 a.m. from the hall.
I was in the living room. I ran to my room. I didn't get much sleep with the pain in my arm and the fear of the demon.
I must have drifted off at some point in the night. When I woke up, my chest was in so much pain. I ran to the bathroom and pulled up my shirt. "MAKE THE RIGHT CHOSE"
I polled it back down and decided the safe isn't worth this torcher. Asif I said it allowed, the room changed back to the hellish room I was in last night. I wasn't scared. I was mad.
I charge at the stupid safe. Prepared to posh it in the hole. I rammed, and rammed, and rammed. I gave one more posh. And felt the unseeable weight lift from my body. As I watch it fall into the dark hollow abuse. I fell back in cold relief. I hit my bed. And thanked whatever higher power exists before I fell asleep. Thursday, I pack up a box and move it to the driveway. I watched as some kids laughed at the same hideous green suit that I was not a week ago. I smiled at my ant who was running the register.
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The obsession
Horrorbenjamins mother left him and his father when he was young. recently he lost his father and now lives with his ant. well going through his father's stuff his ant found a safe. after trying to break it open unsecsesfly he begins to obsess over it.