The Man
Boy, were you ever wrong. It turns out that the mysterious "box" in your basement was not a box at all. As soon as your hand has ripped off the lid of the box, you are faced with the silk lining of what is unmistakably a coffin.
"Oh.My.God." Your words echo throughout the dank basement, sending chills up your spine with every reverberated syllable.
"What in the world is all this about?" Forgetting your fears for the moment, you allow your hand to wander, studying the smooth, slippery interior of the coffin.
"What in the world is this doing in my basement?" Before you are able to finish this thought, a disconcerting creaking sound emanates from the stairwell behind your back.
Sweat forming in droplets on your furrowed brow, you clinch your eyes shut and ponder what to do next:
"Oh.My.God." Your words echo throughout the dank basement, sending chills up your spine with every reverberated syllable.
"What in the world is all this about?" Forgetting your fears for the moment, you allow your hand to wander, studying the smooth, slippery interior of the coffin.
"What in the world is this doing in my basement?" Before you are able to finish this thought, a disconcerting creaking sound emanates from the stairwell behind your back.
Sweat forming in droplets on your furrowed brow, you clinch your eyes shut and ponder what to do next: