Jack's Dad came home, from talking with the neighbours, to see all of us huddled together on our couch.
"It's late. Why aren't you all asleep?" He asked.
"George, there is a black box following us. It's going everywhere we go. It's more like it is possessed or something. No joke." Mum explained, pointing her trembling finger at the box in the hallway.
"Yeah right. Katie, it has been a long day. We should sleep." George replied.
We all went into a light sleep until we were woken up by a scream. Jack, Mum and I rushed down to see George, on the floor, clutching his leg.
"What's wrong?" Mum asked.
"Th-That box- you were right- it followed- it kept following me!" George stuttered.
Mum looked at George's leg to see a deep cut. George explained that the box was following him down while he went to drink water. The box slammed into him causing a knife from the kitchen bench to fall and cut him. After bandaging up and some discussion, it was decided that moving to a nearby hotel will help sort things out and that we can collect our stuff tomorrow.
We approached a beautiful hotel and we were getting ready for bed until Mum screamed. At the foot of the hotel bed was the black box. We left immediately. When we reached home, George and Mum had us all sleep on their king sized bed with a nailed mosquito net around it so the black box could not get in.
