A worn and dusty old trunk secured with metal latches inside an old building

The Nightmare Box

Tyler M
The Trove

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The box was bigger than I was. When my father hauled it into my room, it sounded as heavy as lead when he thumped it down on the carpet. He smiled, and said, “enjoy!” and I have not slept a wink since that moment.

— Read the rest of this story over at The Assortment

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