Chapter 2: A Strange Box
He took a deep breath and tried to pry the box open. He was already exerting so much force that veins started to pop out of his arms. The wound that had stopped bleeding earlier, opened once again.
Blood began to drip from his hand then it landed on the box. Cail didn't notice it due to the angle, but once the blood touched the the box, it vanished.
Then, the box snapped open.
Cail almost flung it because of the recoil. He looked down, and upon seeing his hand, he cursed, "Fuck!" He put the box down and rushed to the bathroom again to wash off the blood.
It was a lot of blood, way more than when Blackie scratched him. If somebody see's this, they'll probably think that Cail tried to end it all.
This time, he found an old cloth to wrap his hand. After bandaging it, he returned to the living room and saw the box still in place.
Hmm, was it just him, or did the room feel colder than before?
He ignored it. It was raining after all so it was damp. He approached the box. Earlier, it felt like he was going to pop a vein trying to open it, but now, it opened with ease.
"Was it rusted before?" he asked, perplexed.
He looked at the contents inside the box. The word that appeared in his mind was mysticism. That's the only way he could describe the trinkets inside.
He recalled a female classmate of his who believed in astrology, clairvoyance, and witchcraft. This looked like something someone like her would own. They didn't send the wrong package, did they?