My Name is Nicole. I can't really tell you my last name. I don't know
why, but I just have this feeling that I shouldn't. The reason I'm telling
you this is because I have QUITE a story to tell.
It started roughly 3 months ago. Actually it started sixteen and a half years ago, but thats another story. Back to 3 months ago. I was walking through an old abandoned construction site, aiming for a faster and easier route home. That was an extremely stupid thing to do.
I had heard stories about that place from everywhere, and all the stories had been bad. There were stories going around school about crazed ax murderers and dangerous 'hobos'; all were gruesome stories, depicting blood and gore. And yet still I decided to walk through it. At night.
I was moving through the cracked, dusty and half-finished buildings with caution, listening for the rumble of a chain saw or the swoosh of an ax, when I saw the familiar orangish glow of a fire. My breath caught in my throat and I though **Oh god, I'm gonna die.** I should have run, but then my thoughts turned to, **Hey, what's the worst that could happen? Go take a look.** So, with that slight consolation, I decided to creep closer.
Edging along an unfinished wall, I peered around the empty doorway that had been cut before the construction stopped. I nearly laughed at what I saw. It was merely an old, homeless man, sleeping in his dirtied trenchcoat. I kind of felt sorry for him. Turning away from him I looked at the wall across from me. That was why I saw the glimmering object in the hole in the wall. The wall was scarred with many holes, but in the one that I happened to look at something blue was softly reflecting the light.
Once again, my curiousity got the better of me, and I decided to take a look. Creeping closer to the other wall, I reached my hand into the hole and pulled out the cube. That's what it was; a cube. About three to four inches on each side, it seemed to glow internally with its own sort of power.
Concentrating hard on it, I looked for designs, or any other sort of distinguishing feature. Suddenly I felt tingling; not like pain, but strange nonetheless. All the hairs on my arm rose; then suddenly the tingling stopped, and the hair dropped back down. Shrugging my shoulders, I continued to examine the box. It was very pretty, for a small plain little box, but when I peered closer, I saw what looked like little symbols or a sort of writing. It was unlike any writing I had ever seen.
I thought about keeping that box. I seriously did. But then, I don't know...it's like this feeling washed over me, telling me not to take it. The past half year these feelings had never been wrong, so I listened to it. Putting the box gently back into the hole I had found it in, I leaned back and examined the wall again. I had pushed the box farther in than it had been before, and now it wasn't really visible. I was happy for that, for some reason I didn't want anybody else to find it.
Satisfied that no one would find the beautiful box, I crept past the sleeping man, and headed home.
It started roughly 3 months ago. Actually it started sixteen and a half years ago, but thats another story. Back to 3 months ago. I was walking through an old abandoned construction site, aiming for a faster and easier route home. That was an extremely stupid thing to do.
I had heard stories about that place from everywhere, and all the stories had been bad. There were stories going around school about crazed ax murderers and dangerous 'hobos'; all were gruesome stories, depicting blood and gore. And yet still I decided to walk through it. At night.
I was moving through the cracked, dusty and half-finished buildings with caution, listening for the rumble of a chain saw or the swoosh of an ax, when I saw the familiar orangish glow of a fire. My breath caught in my throat and I though **Oh god, I'm gonna die.** I should have run, but then my thoughts turned to, **Hey, what's the worst that could happen? Go take a look.** So, with that slight consolation, I decided to creep closer.
Edging along an unfinished wall, I peered around the empty doorway that had been cut before the construction stopped. I nearly laughed at what I saw. It was merely an old, homeless man, sleeping in his dirtied trenchcoat. I kind of felt sorry for him. Turning away from him I looked at the wall across from me. That was why I saw the glimmering object in the hole in the wall. The wall was scarred with many holes, but in the one that I happened to look at something blue was softly reflecting the light.
Once again, my curiousity got the better of me, and I decided to take a look. Creeping closer to the other wall, I reached my hand into the hole and pulled out the cube. That's what it was; a cube. About three to four inches on each side, it seemed to glow internally with its own sort of power.
Concentrating hard on it, I looked for designs, or any other sort of distinguishing feature. Suddenly I felt tingling; not like pain, but strange nonetheless. All the hairs on my arm rose; then suddenly the tingling stopped, and the hair dropped back down. Shrugging my shoulders, I continued to examine the box. It was very pretty, for a small plain little box, but when I peered closer, I saw what looked like little symbols or a sort of writing. It was unlike any writing I had ever seen.
I thought about keeping that box. I seriously did. But then, I don't know...it's like this feeling washed over me, telling me not to take it. The past half year these feelings had never been wrong, so I listened to it. Putting the box gently back into the hole I had found it in, I leaned back and examined the wall again. I had pushed the box farther in than it had been before, and now it wasn't really visible. I was happy for that, for some reason I didn't want anybody else to find it.
Satisfied that no one would find the beautiful box, I crept past the sleeping man, and headed home.