The Box

Simon Wellis

"Come on Simon! One more shot!". It was a saturday night in the old dusty pony in Kings Bridge, me and my friend were going out like every typical saturday night. My friend Brett had just finished his sixth vodka and was about to throw up all over his blouse. Not that it was a big deal, cause after all it looked like it could've been his grandpa's blouse anyway. He looked much older than he was, he always had very sleek layed back hair, that was oiled with a way too big amount of gel. He used to dress like he was about to have some sort of meeting with the vice president of the country. He always wears a formal looking tie with a white blouse underneath. The white blouses were his standard. But on the saturday night, it changed to grandpa's red with green accents. " I think i'll pass Meghan is probably worried right about now" i said, cause i knew what i could expect when i got home, that's right gents, a Bloody discussion about me going out late with the boys, or in my case with my only boy. And that was something i would prevent at all costs. " You been tied down bro! By a WOMAN!"
Brett said. I looked at him and we both laughed " alright, alright, pour it full" i responded, i had to prove him i made my own decisions, besides it wasn't THAT late yet. I was staring at my tenth glass of vodka redbull when i decided to go go the toilet to give myself a peptalk for when i got home.  thats when i saw that i was looking like a complete junk. My normally wavy brown hair was looking very greasy and flat. The white shirt i wore that night had two, maybe three stains of red whine on it, and my eyes.. I couldn't come home like this, my soon to be wife would kill me! "
"Simon"
hmm, that's strange, that wasn't Brett and i don't know anyone else in this town besides him. I went looking for the man who was definitely searching for me as well.
"Simon!"
When i heard it the second time i felt a bit pressured, how did that man know my name!? I looked in all the bathroom stalls but they were all empty.
"Simon!"
This time i couldn't help myself but screaming
"What the fuck you want u prick!"
I felt anxious and looked once more around me to see if i could see someone coming closer, but there was still no one to be found.
I panicked and start to run back to the pub.
"Yo man! Where were you? I looked everywhere for you douche!" i never thought i would be so happy to see Bretts face, but i was. I didn't want to tell him what happend at the toilet so i went with a lie instead. "I was smoking around the building" Brett looked at me with this look on his face like he didn't believed a bit, but he kept quiet.

On my way home i was still very anxious about what happend at the bathroom. Was it Brett who was pranking me once again? But then he would've definitely told me.
Maybe there was someone else at the bar who's name was Simon?
I walked home and as i get closer to the house i could already tell there was no one awake, which i was happy about cause that meant i could go to bed without a conversation about where i was. But still it felt a bit strange, normally Meghan wouldn't go to sleep untill i got home safe. But i guess after over three years of dating she was done with waiting.
As i stepped inside the house it was quiet.
Almost a bit too quiet.
No note on the fridge, no letter on the table which said "sleep on the couch", not even a message on my phone when i finally reached my charger. There was nothing.
Was she that angry with me?
I decided to go upstairs to see if i could talk with her.
As soon as i walked the stairs i heard a door behind me closing very loud.
"Hello!?, is there someone?" i managed to scream out
My body was shaking, first the bathroom and now this?!
A part of me said that it was probably the air and i moved forward to my bedroom door.
I knocked
No respons
"Babe? Are you asleep?"
Still no respons
I grabbed the door knop
And slowly opened the bedroom door.
"Meg?"
Nobody was here and suddenly i had to think of the door i heard, was it a serial killer?
I start to run from my bedroom to the stairs.
"Hey babe!"
I jumped five feet high when i saw her and answered.
" Where the fuck were you! I got so fuckig scared!"
"Chill down baby, i had this birthday i told you about, i just came home, why are you sweating though?"
She asked.
I again didn't want to tell that i was scared some killer entered our house so instead i said.
" i couldn't find you, i was scared you had an accident or something"
She grabbed my face and whispered to me
" don't you ever worry about me, i'll always be fine as long as were together, that's why i'm going to marry you"
she kissed my lips and we slowly moved towards our bed.
Meghan was the woman of my dreams, she was how fairy tales like to call it "the one"
It almost looked like she knew me even beter than i knew myself, and that would scare me sometimes.
She knows exactly what's on my mind before i even spoke about it.
The worst part about it is that she knows exactly when i lie, she says it's the look in my eyes which tells her enough.
She has pale blond hair with the most beautifull pearl blue eyes. I'm glad i can swim otherwise i would've drown in those eyes.
The only bad part about dating Meghan is my soon to be "mother in law".
If there is one person i can't get along with it's her.

That morning i woke up to an empty bed, which wasn't weird at all. cause Meghan would always be up earlier, to go for a jog or to finish some office work she took home.
But the sunday morning was my favorite morning of the week, just because i could spend the morning with her.
I slowly stood on my feet to grab a clean set of underwear, as i opened the drawer to see something very strange laying on top of my boxers.
It was a bag of cookies.
I opened the bag to read the note what came along with it.
"From ME" it said.
I figured Meghan wanted to suprise me and took a cookie out of the bag.
It tasted like a mix of blueberries and Chocolate.
But it still had a very weird bite to it every now and then.
I walked downstairs with the boxers in one hand and the bag of cookies in the other.
In exactly one month i would vet married, and i still had to find a suit.
I was about to call Brett to ask if he could help me find one, untill i started to feel dizzy.
"Meghan!"  i yelled while i was slowly sitting down on the couch.
After a few minutes i started to lose my sight and it slowly became dark.
"Simon!"
That voice again!
It couldn't be possible!
I tried to fight the fact i was falling asleep and just before i closed my eyes i saw a black hood coming closer to my face.
I tried to see who it was, but before i could, my eyes closed and all i heard after was
"There you finally are Simon, it's time to play a game!"