Horror Story(s)

Little box of wonders

Once, I went up to the attic of the house I had just moved into. It was a sweet little house in a sweet little town, or at least thats what it seemed like...

I was getting some boxes full of useless nicknacks and junk to the attic as mum can't nowadays, 'shes not as young as she used to be' or something that she keeps moaning about, (I wished she didn't exist sometimes, she could really push me to my limit). Anyway, it was practically empty aside from the thick cobwebs that lay in the corners, some other bits of junk under sheets, scattered around and o n e  l i t t l e  b o x.

A little rectangular box

As soon as I laid down the boxes I was carrying, it caught my eye, reading ' little box of wonders'. Now I just wish I had never opened the damn thing. I swear I only lifted the lid just a peek. 'Mum?....' if she was around she would still want me to do chores; but to my surprise she didn't respond. She must've fallen asleep. I turned back to the box and it was just so mesmerizing. I opened the box a peek again, this time to find a note in it; I grabbed it and crumpled it into my pocket.

*COUGH*. The close sound made my heart jump out of my chest, pounding louder and louder, I could barely contain myself. I let go of the lid of the box in shock and looked around me, wide eyes filled to the brim with fear. Slowly I parted with the box and just darted for the trapdoor, taking a breather once I was out of that horrible hell hole.

I decided that the best thing to do would be to distract myself, so I went on search for my mum. However no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find her anywhere. Stumped on what to do next I sat down on the sofa and looked at that crumpled piece of paper in my pocket. I didn't dare open it....but I did. What I saw next left me baffled and confused, it read 'hope you're happy with what you wished for' but what did that even mean?

I sighed as I knew that my best bet was to search that gruesome attic for clues. One step, two step and so on as I ever so slowly opened the door. Nothing. I opened it abit more. Still nothing. I entered the attic. Shuffling ever so slightly towards the box, and to my dismay nothing happened. So I searched the attic until I found the weirdest thing ever. Red paint on the wall, still wet. I looked under the sheets in a pool of red paint. Which is when I realized...

That wasn't paint. And the junk under the sheets...wasn't junk...

It was my mother