The next 100 word story based on the prompt: “You find a box in the attic that isn’t yours.”
“David? Did you already put something up here?”
His voice was muffed behind the stack of moving boxes. I stood on the ladder to the attic and stared. The space was empty except one thing, right in the middle. A box. Not a cardboard box, or a lovely hat box, or even a wooden box.
This monstrosity looked older than our ancient house—hewn from stone and covered in markings resembling the runes I’d seen in a Norse drinking game. Chains surrounded it, rusting as they sat.
I watched and the box lurched forward an inch.
“Honey? Come here please…”
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Yikes! For some reason it sort of reminded me of the movie Jamanji.
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ooooh, creepy. Hope honey gets over there quick.
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It’s that box from Thor!
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I love how it’s lurching toward her and she’s all calm.
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Creepy! …but now I want to read about what happens when the box opens. We all know it has to open. Great feeling of confused dread here. Love it!
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For some reason I was thinking of Jumanji at the end of this. I want to see what’s in that thing! 😀
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Oooh! What happens next?! Aaaah!
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What’s in it? The chains make it seem extra evil!
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