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The chest

It was a quite spring afternoon. The sun was shining, while only a few clouds drove over head. I was sitting at home in the basement doing some spring cleaning, which we did every year. As usual there wasn't much to clean, just the basement. Which was sectioned off into four areas, one being the gaming room with a ping-pong table, a Foosball table, a 48" flat screen, with a ps3 connected, two lazy-boy chairs, and a love seat, with a mini fridge in the corner. This room is closed off by a door which is directly to the right of the stairs. To the left is a cement floor, which is heated. A large drain in the middle, and a washer, and dryer on the north side of the wall. Beside the east wall laid the water heater. Directly across from the washer is a door to my bedroom. To the south wall is my bed, along the wall from that is my dresser, and an empty hamper next to it. Next in the room directly across the stairs was the storage room more or less closed off by a door. This room was not so dirty, or cluttered, just getting rid of the old and in with the new, but nothing really changed this year. Just some old VHS which were missed in the last year, then some old beany babies. After a long while of cleaning I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I saw something shine. I looked over in the corner, and saw an old brown oak chest with two silver locks securing the chest. It had rusty hinges on the back, worn leather on the top, and bottom, with two leather handles on the side. It seemed ready to fall apart at any moment. "I've never seen you before" I mumbled to my self. I called for my mother, but no reply came. I called once more, but again nothing, "maybe she's at work" I whispered quietly to my self. "Father isn't home I saw him leave. Mom must have slipped out when I wasn't paying attention." I starred at the chest, and picked it up by it's leather handles on the side. Though they are worn they were sturdy. I carried the chest to my room, put it at the foot of my bed, on the floor, and finished the spring cleaning.

Now at the time I didn't know why I kept it, I mean the chest was falling apart, but I wish I hadn't. After I had finished with my spring cleaning, I decided to see if I could get that damn chest open. I had focused on finding the keys while spring cleaning, but I had no such luck. At first I tried to open it by the hinges since they were so badly rusted. I figured I'd have some luck but non of the sort, even though they were rusted they were sturdy. I decided to find the bolt cutters they would do perfectly for opening that chest as I approached the door to leave my room I heard a loud knock on it. Thinking it was my mother I calmly said, "come in." No reply, so instead I opened the door annoyed with the rude actions of what I thought was my mother. I opened the door fully, but saw no one there. I would have heard the stairs squeak if she had ran up them. I looked down slightly disappointed, and I saw a small silver key I quickly looked around, but saw no one. I picked up the key, and walked back in my room. A dark presence fell over me, but I paid no mind to it. I walked over to the chest, and knelt down to unlock it. When I picked up the lock I saw something on the chest. I dusted it off, and saw some strange letters. After studying them fora small while I realized it was Russian, and I was thankful of the semester I took of it. carefully reading the letters aloud I read "The chest Isn't the Best You'll have wished for less."

I let out a small chuckle as I attempted to unlock the chest to my astonishment the keys worked I jumped up for joy than knelt back down, and opened the chest. The theme from the game Legends of Zelda popped into my head when you opened a chest. When I opened it I found nothing just an empty chest, and I must admit I was disappointed I had hoped I'd find something inside the chest but nothing. Or at least so I thought at the time.

A few days had passed, and I finally asked my mother at supper about the chest. When I showed her it though, she had claimed she had never seen the chest before. So I figured it was fathers, so I stayed up that night until about 12:30 A.M. for my father to come home. He entered the door, and smiled "What a nice surprise to see you son what can I do for you?" I stood up gave him a hugged, and asked him about the chest. He looked at me and said "What chest?" I took him to my room to show him. I turned on the light, and...my mother...she...she was nailed to the wall! Her blood written on the wall the exact same symbols on the chest. I screamed as my father ran in pulled her off the wall, then threw her corpse in the chest, and locked it. He looked at me with tears running down his cheeks "Never Open this chest again!" He walked up stairs, and we hadn't talked for a few days after that, and than he started giving me more attention, but any time I brought up mom he acted as if it never happened. Probably his way of keeping sane I didn't blame him.

A few weeks went by and one night I heard a screaming of my mother begging to be let out of the chest! I ran out of bed turned on the light, and it stopped. I rushed to open the chest. Once open I realized, it was empty, mother wasn't there. I locked the chest, and went back to bed. The next morning I walked upstairs, around about 10 P.M. and brought the chest up, and waited for my father to come home. At about 11:30 P.M. he came home an hour earlier than usual. He looked at me with a smile on his face, but then looked down, and saw the chest at my feet and the smile had faded as quick as it had come. "What's with the chest?" he asked in a monotone voice, he looked rather upset seeing it. I knew he couldn't ignore it if it was right in his face. "Where's mom?" I asked as he untied his shoes, and then took off his lab coat hanging it up. "You know exactly where she is." he seemed hurt just saying those words. I stood up rather upset since he had lied to me, or at least at the time I thought "I opened the chest she's not in it! So where is she?" My fathers face had turned from the upset expression into a shocked, and horrified he said trying to stay calm "What did you just say you did?" Being familiar with this tone I stepped back, this was the tone where he was so mad at you he would beat you. Though my father never had actually hit me. I had watched him beat people who made him angry like this. I calmly said once again "I opened the chest to see if mom w-was" he cut me off "Didn't I tell you never to open that chest? We have to get out of here!"

He quickly put on his shoes and threw on his lab coat then actually walked in instead of the door entrance putting his hand out to me, but then the lights flickered they flickered on, and off for a few seconds then they completely went out. After a few moments they came back on, but my father was no longer standing in front of me. I looked around the living room to scared to move from my spot. When I felt something drip on my nose. I looked up in horror seeing my father nailed to the ceiling just like my mother had been to my wall; I screamed at the top of my lungs the words written around his body read. "Did your wish come true?"

I ran out the door running down the street. A few neighbors had tried to help me hearing my scream, but they suffered the same fate just the words around there corpses changed my neighbor Jeff his words were "When will it be your turn." Then the other neighbor Sally the words in her blood read "Your turn is coming." Then not even an hour ago a young girl no older then the age of 6 I think her name was Rachael the words around her young body read "You're next. How many more will die thanks to you?" I figured if I kept running I'd be okay, but I know that's not the case. I'll have to stop sometime. So I stopped by my friend Micheal's home, and I used his computer to record this. So you all will know what happened. The chest the corpses have to go into the chest! Then it should be thrown into an ocean never to be found again! I don't know how much longer I have If I don't do this then we all will die one by one Who will be next. Will it be Me...or You...