The humming started while the girl was lazily sprawled across the bed, eating dark chocolates, and watching mindless YouTube videos. Her first impulse to the strange noise was instinctive: ignore it. She was completely unfazed by the noise and she just assumed that it was something to do with the pipes, or the air-conditioning, or whatever. It wasn't her problem. She was about to click on the Buzz-Feed video, "7 Ways You're Bad at Flirting" until the girl became suddenly aware of how uncomfortably close the humming sound was. Also, it just didn't sound…normal. She propped herself up on her elbow and glanced to her right, the noise seemed to be coming from the nightstand beside her bed. She huffed in annoyance; swung her legs off the bed, and then sat on her knees on the floor in front of the nightstand. There were very few items actually placed on it: a lamp, an old pair of sunglasses, and her TARDIS. Oh! Not the actual TARDIS, obviously. A lunchbox TARDIS that her friend, knowing she loved Doctor Who, gave to her as a joke for Christmas. Well, to her friend it was a joke, but she herself secretly loved it.
Hm, it must have been something faulty with her lamp; she slipped her hand behind the nightstand and unplugged it. Nothing happened. The humming continued, maybe even louder than before. A thought suddenly popped in the girl's head. What? No. It couldn't actually be coming from the… Slowly, the girls eyes shifted over to the miniature TARDIS.
The exact location of the humming.
The girl brought her face up to the mini TARDIS, and her head cocked to the side as she mouthed, "what the f–"
The girl jerked back startled as the replica TARDIS began to vibrate.
No, this couldn't be happening.
This could NOT be happening!
She was a realist, and never believed in any supernatural occurrences, but this–an ordinary TARDIS lunchbox shaking violently on her nightstand–she just couldn't explain it.
The quaking soon died down, and it was now only producing minor jerks. Once the TARDIS seemed dormant, the girl slowly stood up on her now shaking legs, and gingerly approached the nightstand. She hesitantly brought her hand to the latch of the lunchbox, but hissed and immediately drew her hand back. The TARDIS burned. It had actually burnt her. The girl pondered for a second, and her eyes widened as an imaginary light bulb popped above her head, and she dove into her closet. She re-appeared with a pair of ski gloves on, and made another attempt to open the lunchbox.
She opened up the latch of the TARDIS, and her jaw dropped. The blood drained from her head, as she turned pale as a ghost. The room turned to gray and blackness began to cloud her vision. Unable to support her own weight, she sunk to her knees on the floor, her eyes still glued to the TARDIS.
The last thing she heard in a muffled voice was,
"Hello, I'm the Doctor! And it seems I have some explaining to do."
Then the darkness consumed her.
Hello! This is somewhat based off a true story…I was sitting in bed when something like this actually happened. And I don't know how. I'll leave it to the imagination. Shall I continue? Please review!