‘It was All hallows eve, and the actions of one
that sealed our fate. Why do mythology
student’s think its a good idea to stick their
noses in where it should never be? You wold
think “DANGER” would be enough of a
warning.
His parents had said that their was private
things in the attic that he should just put in a
box labelled theirs. Shane had just finished
doing the bedrooms ready for the move, his
only job now was the attic, the attic always
gave him a strange sense of foreboding, for
as long as he can remember he has hated the
attic, yet never knew why. This time was no
different to the last thousand times he had
been up hear, only this time he had to stay for
a lot longer than five minutes.
With dusty, callused hands he began sifting
threw the years of boxes, junk and dust,
sorting out trash from treasure, making sure
to keep them separate, there were
somethings that would be classed as private
that he had to put in the keep pile, not
knowing if they were junk or not, things like
sealed boxes with his parents names on them
or files that were probably bound tighter than
Cleopatra in her sarcophagus. He had been
up there for an hour, and only got about a
quarter of the large room done; when he
came across something quite intriguing yet
peculiar, as he was carefully going threw an
old beaten up clothes chest he came across a
box, it was no bigger or thicker than a bible
you would usually read from in church.
Passing it gently between his hands turning it
over to examine every sector of the box, what
caught his eye about it was it had old
Egyptian runes all over it, bound in what
looked to be old rope made by twirling thin
pieces of willow together.
Turning it over to what he assumed must of
been the front, he was shocked at what he
saw, in jagged writing as though someone did
t with a knife, covered in blood no less, the
words of warning ‘DON’T OPEN AT ANY
COST, FOR
A DARK, DARK WINTER SHALL BEFAL
THOSE CLOSE, HEED THIS WARNING AND
YOU SHALL SURVVE AN ALL HALLOW
NIGHT IN THE MOST GLORIOUS OF LIGHT!’
thinking to himself about what danger such a
tiny box could poses, he hadn’t realised that
his hands were moving of their own free will,
along with tracing the foreign symbols, he
found that his fingers were expertly
unwinding the string, wind by wind...
“Wait, granny why did you stop there?”
“Yeah granny, what began, what was inside
the box.” the unanswered questions of the 2
young children would forever roam the scaled
sky.
The end of the story is the end of life, for no
man can survive the deadly cold of the
serpent’s body that engulfed the world,
hungry for anything above a whisper.
YOU ARE READING
dark winter
Paranormala twisted short tale about a dark world, where when light shines through all falls silent. what would you do if the difference between life and death was how much control you had of the words you spoke. maybe next time, you should head the words of...
