The Real Life Nightmare

The Entrys

Enrty 329- When I was a boy I found a box, the box could speak to me and only me,

I think and hope. What the box did to me as a kid was dreadful it put me through hell and back. It showed me my time of death and it spoke to me in

different languages all of which I never understood. The one thing I remember most about the box was that every day it would have me look for a key

a triangular key I haven't found it YET... When I was a teenager I gave up on the key and the box. The voices faded, but so did my soul every day

without the box felt as if a piece of my soul was being taken away. The temptation to get what was inside the box was so painful knowing that if I had

just kept the box I would have been inside it by now is killing me. Entry 439- The urge to get inside the box has been killing me. SO I found the box

the voices are back they speaking in more tongues sence I boy. My job life was going fine until yesterday when I brought the box to work. Someone tried

touching it. I didn't Like that so I stapled his hand to a piece of paper. I was almost fired.. almost. Entry 569- It's been two months since I recovered

the box. I have been losing sight little by little. As my sight goes the more the fire burns. The fire in me that wants the contents of the box.