Vague

The Glass Box

Trigger warning: Suffocation

Sitting on one of the chairs in front of the coffee shop three miles away from home. Looking up to the grey sky, and hearing the pitter-patter, the sound of the rain and the murmurs of the people hurrying to get shelter from the rain gives me peace of mind.

Ever since I woke up this morning, I have been feeling chills down my spine.

After it stopped raining, I started walking back home. When I reached my house's doorstep, I noticed a beautiful, mysterious box.

I picked it up and started inspecting it. It was made up of glass, It appeared that nothing was inside it, but my instinct told me that it was not as simple as that.

I felt that chill again.

I felt the urge to get rid of the box.

My hands, As if controlled by the devil, opened the lid of the box. Abruptly, the glass box shattered, and a slime monster sprung out at me. The disgusting, sticky, smelly, and green slime started to swallow me whole.

I felt my lungs burning, and tears came out of my eyes.

The slime entered through my nose and mouth, I held my breath as my first instinct. Eventually, my lungs gave out, and I took a deep breath. I was desperately craving to breathe oxygen, but I just felt the slime fill me, and make me heavier, I felt the weight of it block all my orifice. As my last sight was the green-tinted doorstep.

I closed my eyes, never to wake up again.

My death was a mystery. No one knew how I died, because all that was left at the death scene was my corpse and shattered glass.

There was no sign of the slime monster as if it never existed.



Written by
Shatk