Red Box

Extra Boxes

...Thank's for picking one, detective!...

...Your beloved box will sent later....

...Count your last 3rd wonderful day!...

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Reading the notice board after booking made me smile. People usually say nice greetings so that the store is crowded, but not with this one.

"Is that right, the box will arrive after 3 days?" Adrian asked, affirming my disbelief in their (web) commitment.

I'm trying to be cool, preoccupying myself with this boring football video game.

"At the very most fraud, everything that comes from the deep web is just a suspicious thing" Johnny said.

"Mike said, 'someone will send it after 3 days," I said, "it's still not 3 days. Maybe, tomorrow?" I continued, still with his chuckle.

We looked at each other, changed the direction of this unpleasant situation, but the next (time) came no more pleasant.

At the top, Adrian got up. Just like me, they must be saturated with long waiting times. Johnny opened the door. We might be too careless.

If there's anything I regret, it's just a challenge Mike threatened to fail.

I'm not trying to hold them back, not even out of thought with my own mind. Why am I willing to spend 50 dollars, just to respond to this weightless challenge? Besides, what pulled that idiot box? After all, Mike himself didn't manage to crack it. Unfortunately, being asumptive always torments you when events betray predictions.

"Dave! Dave's! You should see this!" Adrian who I thought was coming home called me.

His voice sounds far enough away. That means I have to get up.

It sucks!

The middle game was exciting at the time, but the crisp sound drove me crazy.

"What?! My dog's standing in front of the house again, or my brother's messing up?" my ketus.

"Worse than that!" the answer.

Any worse? Besides both? I thought hard about this, (a thing that might be considered bad by him, ) but even at the door, I found nothing.

Adrian pulled over gave me a way, but his face looked strange. I looked at Johnny, hoping to know something. But things are getting more complicated.

They looked at each other, excluded me, and only left an uncomfortable impression. I moved my chin, tried to improvise in this silent communication, but Adrian instead imitated me. It makes me hope for him again.

Yeah, I know! That's my mistake.

The hoe sniffed his shoulders, giving absolutely no solution. Okay, never expect anything else from him, Dave! Ever!

Actually, it's easy to ask, "what's the matter?" but I didn't. When I saw a strange box on the doorstep, it's too late. I should have felt weird because they kept staring out of it.

****! They tried to scare me.

"Johnny?! You can't scare me with that stupid thing" I said.

"Your bunny! I never put that motherfucker box in there!"

"You, Adrian?"

"I swear I didn't do that idiot thing, Dave!"

"Well, all right, this box is magically on the doorstep just like that, amazing!"

"What did you expect?! Someone will come and ask for your signature, just like the courier bought and sold online?!"

Johnny looked upset. His face looked stupid when he was angry, just like back then.

"There is no trace of anyone coming. You stand at the door, and a box is there. It's perfect!"

"You're accusing us of doing something?!"

"Stop John! It doesn't help at all!"

Adrian is holding Johnny, making me look like a troublemaker. That's a bad joke. Big bullshit! Wait till I humiliate you all, I thought.

"Let's open, I think this is the box we're waiting for!" I said, walking closer to the box.

They all just kept quiet, watching how I picked it up. Really, I might be a grouch, but not as much as that day. They really missed this time.

I guess, I should rethink my friend's devinisi. Even after saying what they wanted to hear, their expressions still sucks.

Next what? One of them starts to scare?

"Stop, Dave! The box is suspicious!" prevent Adrian.

"Adrian's right Dave, we don't even know how it got there!" johnny Sahut.

See it? Whatdidme say? They all have poor acting skills!

I was grumbling in my mind. Their narrative is stupid, but I have to follow it. Forced, I brought the package into the house. I could see the address of the house written clearly there (at the top of the box) covered in brown paper.

Recorded in red ink, white paper with glue. I think they're overrated. The smell of the glue is really sharp.

House numbers, domiciles, everything's a mess. They should write it (address) before the glue dries.

Johnny Maybe? His writing was ugly, just as a kindergarthen kid.

They both looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

It makes me relieved. My head is full of thoughts of back-stabbing. If they ended up not coming along, everything would just be a waste.

I wonder, those who make pranks, why should I persuade?

......................

Hmm, what a terrible box. Some kind of bloodstain was in every corner. This will put mental pressure on you, if only it wasn't a trick. I saw their expressions, but they were completely flat. I've never seen such a serious commitment before.

"What is real blood?" adrian comments.

"Stop that, Adrian! You're scaring me!" Johnny's.

It's just sickening. They're still doing their stupid drama, but I have to wait. They still have not shown any sign of carelessness.

Wait my revenge, I thought.

"Let's see! Mm... an empty paper? It's very thin, it seems suspicious. Keep going..."

"Wooh, Dave! Looky!"

"What's that disgusting thing?"

"It's..."

A chunk? A finger of? No way! They're very clever. Did they book this property from the internet?

But, this skin...

This scent...

Waita! Come to think of it, why was Hunter so silent? There was no way Adrian would have told him to write. He can't even spell Miss Margaret's name correctly. Mabe...

"D-Dave! Put that down right now!" shouted Adrian.

I stared them both away, coming up to the wall. Johnny looked constantly shaking, looking at me so scared.

Okey! This time their acting got better.

"No need to worry, man!"

"You're crazy! You're holding a piece of a human finger with your bare hands!"

"It's just a toy! See it? Li..."

I nailed, dropped the index cut. A maggot crept into my hand, making me jump in fear. The three of us scattered, leaving all that madness there (my room). It smells really bad, follows me everywhere, even down the toilet.

I tried to throw up, but I saw Hunter sitting in a corner. Big horribly. Hunter only did that when he was scared, and that was the last time it happened two years ago. It was our neighbor Mr. Bill, running amok carrying a baseball bat because Hunter wrecked his lawn.

Something for you to remember, Hunter is a big pitbull.

That day, we closed it again and swore, "no more buying anything, from the dark web. It never will!"

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..."Enter your answer, detective! Don't forget to prepare your box, and put on doorstep!"...

^^^"Just take that f*cking box, from my home! Bass*doll!!!"^^^

..."We think, you didn't enter the correct answer."...

^^^"Shut up, and do something with that stupid thing!"^^^

..."Please, make you sure with your answer!"...

^^^"I don't care, b*stard!!!"^^^

..."Are you sure with your answer?"...

..."Yes!" "No!"...

..."Just click whenever you want!"...

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Somehow, the box has completely vanished from my house. I was too afraid to care about the box, but I guess about 12 hours later it (box) was gone. What I care about now, is how to eliminate my trauma.

I so often lose my ***** meal, especially from my lunchbox. That was really terrible. My heart beats fast when I see a box, even if it's just a medicine box.

I warn you, don't show anything box like to me! It's worse than being chased by a sissy on a Sunday. Swear!

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P.L.S.

Why on Monday?

Who care? All fool's, including you, sir!

She scared me, and I just revenge her! When I open my eyes, I saw a bloody knife on my hand.