The owner's a creep
Thought the house was pretty
But then shit got bad real quick
I love adventures !!
We had been looking for a new house for about a wweek . We're finally moving into our new house today. It was a two story house with beautiful white walls draped with curtains, a terrace and a beautiful lawn filled with flowers that looked like they'd been watered every day.
The owner of the house was a stout man who looked like he could be in his early 50s but chose to be in his early 60s. He was giving us a tour of our new house when I heard a sound from the room at the other end of the hallway.
I wanted to go to the room to see what the sound was. But when I tried to walk away from the group towards the room, the owner stopped me with a glare. I stopped in my tracks and walked back to the group. I waited until he was finished with the rest of the rooms so that he could finally tell us about that room. But he just skipped the room without a word. I decided to ask him myself. He looked uncomfortable and told us not to enter the room and to not even touch the door and scurried away hurriedly.
Now I'm no expert at this but I'm pretty sure that when someone tells you not to do something, you are most definitely supposed to do it. And so I did.
In the evening, everyone scurried around unpacking and cleaning. So I waited until after everyone was asleep to go check out the room.
I am usually not really the kind of person that would like to get in trouble or anything but something about that room had ticked me off.
We had our dinner and everyone went off to bed. I waited for about an hour to make sure that everyone had slept. Then I slowly tip toed down the staircase and towards the room. Now that I was finally here it felt a little creepy. But if I had somehow concurred my fear today and told my siblings about it tomorrow then they would finally stop making fun of me for when I had first watched a horror movie when I was six.
I mustered all my courage and walked towards the door. With trembling hands I put my hand on the door. To be honest , by the way the owner had reacted last night I thought I would experience some out of the world force that would throw me off my feet and make me go crashing into the wall. But no. Nothing. I turned the knob and the door opened.
What I found inside restored my faith in strange rooms. There was a box placed on a table in the middle of the room
The box looked like a cliche treasure box. It was covered with jewels that sparkled in the dark. It had a lock on it. I knew I was not supposed to open it ....but I couldn't just leave something like that and go back to bed. I HAD to open it. So I did.
I found a stone at the corner of the room. I have no idea what it was doing there but ...ya. I opened the box slowly. My intention was to open the box, check what was inside, close the box and go back to bed like nothing had happened. But when I opened the box, a huge puff of smoke came out of the box all of a sudden and engulfed me. I struggled to breathe. My hands searched for the box knob and I closed it. I ran out of the room and back to bed. But I couldn't sleep that night. I saw what came out of the box, it was NOT just a puff of smoke.