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The Box Whisperer

Patrick Duzan

    After Mick woke up from the night’s slumber, he began making his way downstairs. The sun began to rise, to mark the start of a brand new day. Mick made his way to the kitchen to start getting to work on some breakfast. But just then the doorbell rang. “Who’s there?” Mick asked, as began walking towards the door. But there was no response, then he thought damn kids probably playing a prank. I’ll get those little punks. He walked back towards the kitchen, but the doorbell rang again. Then Mick walked faster back to the doorbell. He opened it up quickly and shouted. “WHAT DO YOU WANT!” But there was no one there, although he did scare a few birds from a nearby tree, and the neighbor’s cat went scurrying off somewhere. He then started to shut the door, till he saw a box sitting at the doorstep. Did the mailman deliver the mail already? He usually doesn’t come till the afternoon Mick thought to himself.
    He slowly picked the box up, unsure if there was a bomb inside of it. He then took the box, and he closed the door. He then sat the box on the kitchen counter. Then he started dialing 911 on the house phone. He didn’t have a cellphone, he was paranoid about cellphones. But just then a voice shouted/whispered at the same time. “WAIT!” Then Mick turned around to see who was talking to him, but no one was there, no one except for the box that Mick had picked up. Then Mick turned his attention back to the phone.
    But just then power went out in the entire house, and the phoneline was cut. The phone died. What the hell, Mick thought to himself. Then the same voice from before said, “turn around.” Mick did turn around, but once again there was no one there except for the box. Now open me, the box said. Mick just stood, and stared at the box and asked himself have I been fucking drinking again. But Mick knew he hadn’t been, he’s been sober, and he was proud of the fact that he was sober. So, it’s not alcohol, is it drugs he thought to himself.
    “No, you’re not drunk, or under the influence of anything.” The box said/whispered to Mick. Mick then said, that’s it, that’s fucking it, I am fucking insane, and crazy. “No, you’re not crazy Mick.” Oh, great now the fucking box knows my name, Mick thought to himself. “Open Me!” The box shouted. Mick than began looking for tools to help him open the box up. The box is led with black, and gold stirpes with a padlock in the middle. He then grabbed a screwdriver from a nearby drawer, the edge of the screwdriver fixed perfectly in the hole of the padlock’s lock. Mick turned the screwdriver counterclockwise and within seconds, the padlock clicked, as to being unlocked.
    Mick opened the box. Mick’s body got pulled into the box. Then something in place of Mick appeared out of the box. “Hey, where am I?!” Mick said panicking. “Oh, thank you, my poor deluded friend.” The thing in place of Mick said. “Now remember in the next life that you see a mysterious box, that starts talking to you just ignore, and get rid of it.” The thing said.



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