Little Glass Box

The pungent, acrid smell permeated the old home that was now mine; I knew that the smell would fade with time, and that I would become accustomed to it as time went on. First night, It was then that I heard the tapping. It was a slow, steady sound, almost as if something was hitting against the pipes down in the cellar. catching my eye. Along one of the shelves was a small, wooden cabinet, adorned with small onyx pull handles. Inside, there was a beautiful stained glass box. It was rectangular in shape, and mostly red and purple. It looked to be an old jewellery box. As time went on, the box was not what it turn out to be it was not holding a past of happiness... but the past of death and killing