Hidden Inside

Should have Stayed Shut

It should have stayed closed, she knew that much. She could have avoided this if she hadn't of let her curiosity get the best of her. but she had opened it anyway and now the demon worked hard to destroy any small glimmer of happiness she that found its way into her life. You may be asking what it was that tempted her so. It was a tin, no bigger than an ice breakers container. The tine was covered in hardened blood red wax. There were strange symbols carved into the moldable red, as if they were put there on purpose, and sure enough. She had recently moved into the neighborhood. Each night she listened as small taps came from the attic. By nine at night the tap would become noisy clashes. At midnight there would be muffled screams until 3:33 in the morning. After a week she took a pocket knife and sliced through the was like butter. The figure that popped out from the tin was a ghastly grey with beady angry red eyes. It had wings and claws that were sharp enough to kill with even the slightest touch. Ever since it let out the psychotic laugh, it had cursed her with misfortune.