The Dead's Print

Ch. 2~ The Crate

To start off, I would like to say how sorry I am for typos in the last chapter. "joke" cooked dinner was supposed to be home cooked dinner lol. Loving room, obviously, was supposed to be living room and so on. Kk that's all I wanted to say. ENJOY THE CHAPTER!😙 LOTS OF LOVE!
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Everyone walked out the door, leaving the rest of us here to clean up. After wiping down counters and putting dishes in the dish washer, I walked over to the TV to examine the box that was left there when we went to eat. Gone.

"Hey mom, where's that crate that was here earlier!? " I called out. "I'm not not sure what crate you're talking about, but good luck finding it! " she replied. I rolled my eyes. I went to my room to sit on my bed and finally return the texts from hours ago when I felt something hard. Ouch. I pulled up the covers and it revealed the same crate and hammer from the living room. What the... I stomped into all of my sibling's rooms and asked each and everyone of them who was joking around with me. They had no idea what I was talking about.

I went back into my room. Good, the crate didn't move this time, I thought to myself. I picked it up. It felt light, surprisingly. It was pretty big, so I expected it to be heavy. 'Guess not.

I plopped the crate down on the floor and stared at it. I was so eager to open it and see what was inside. Should I?

After the argument I had with the voices in my head, I finally made up my mind and decided to open it up. I moved the handle to the side and ran my hand down the crate to dust it off, then rubbing off any dust left on me.

I saw that what was holding it together was nails. Rusty nails, to be exact. Why was this box so dirty? Whatever... I grabbed the hammer and picked out the nails, one by one, with the claw of the hammer. Surpringly I didn't injure myself during the process.

I successfully got the nails out and set the hammer back down. Then, I carefully took off the top of the crate. Inside was nothing but stupid little pieces of wood and a huge mark on the bottom of the box. "Are you kidding me?" I mumbled to myself. This is ridiculous. Someone was messing with me, but who?

The wood in the crate was different, though. It was polished and clean,nothing like the crate its self. It also looked like I had to put it together. But what use would that do me? I just tossed the crate to the side. "Forget that crap."
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HI WHO EVER IS READING THIS 😊😊 THIS IS A NEW UPDATE. ITS KINDA SHORTER THAN THE LAST CHAPTER BUT HOPEFULLY YALL DONT MIND. I WILL UPDATE VERY OFTEN SO ALWAYS CHECK IN! THANKS, LOTS OF LOVE LOL 😙😙