#069 Pandora's Box

I chew on my bottom lip, all but flat-out ignoring the eyeless ghoul in the corner of my room. My teeth draw blood. It has been there since yesterday and now it won’t leave.

It does not move. It makes no sound. It just… looks.

I close my eyes and it scuttles closer. “Don’t move!” My tense voice trembles. It seems to reconsider and places a small, black box on the ground. Then it waits.

My curiosity finally wins and I pick up the box. When I open it, my worst fears are confirmed.

The box holds nothing. Dreadful nothing.