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Mystery Gift - a short Halloween Story

So here is my (a bit delayed) halloween story.

It was Friday, October 29th, 6 or 7 years ago, I don?t know. At 7 p.m. I went out to my garden to get fresh air before falling into the bed and watching a film. Yeah, it was not a very creative way of having a nice Saturday evening, in fact, it was the last weekend before moving to my new home on Monday.

My new home... a dream. A big house, only for me, with two bathrooms, a big kitchen and... space. Space was the most important argument for moving into this new home. No more sharing my home with that stinky guy complaining about everything, everytime. I didn't pay much attention to the house, the price was hot. But there was something weird about this broker who sold me the house. He had something frightening in his eyes. I can?t exactly tell what it was. Still, I was very happy about gathering such a hot deal.

OK, so i went outside. I looked into the mailbox. There was a small box inside. ?I didn?t order anything, I?ll send it back?, I thought. But there was no sender address. Even weirder: The recipient?s address wasn?t written on the box. ?How in the world could this box get to me of all people? Suddenly I got a queasy feeling. Small written, almost invisible there was a small note on the botton of the package. ?Not to be opened before Monday?. Monday, Monday, this Monday? Monday is relative, every seven days there is a Monday. But the box looked new. I decided to do as it said, so I kept the box closed.

After this, I wasn?t really in the mood to watch a film. This small, brown box wasn?t a normal package. It felt like the box would watch me. I know this sounds childish but somehow I was frightened about this box. I put it in the cupboard and tried to sleep.

After a really hard night I woke up. I didn?t even go to the bathroom, I went directly to the box. It was...torn up. Again this queasy feeling came up. When I saw this stinky guy lying dead on the ground, I was really, really scared. I just wanted out of here. Instead of having a nice day, I went to the park and sat the whole day on a bench to get some other thoughts. It worked for some time, but then the evening came and I had to go back home. My only motivation was that tomorrow I will move out of that house.

The night went by very fast and I could finally leave the house. Then I remembered the package. This freaky package... I couldn?t stand to take it with me. Initially I wanted to leave it here, but my curiosity didn?t let it happen. It was that feeling of leaving something behind. So I left this house forever. More or less...

After arriving at my new home, I noticed something red on the ground. I didn?t pay too much attention to that and went ahead. In there, the first thing I did was to open the box. ?What the heck?? Nothing inside?! The whole thing was just a farce? This can?t be real.? Suddenly a cold wind came over my neck. I thought I left the window open, but it wasn?t. Suddenly I felt very unsafe in this new home. At the same time I thought of this house broker and his frightening eyes. ?There is something creepy about the whole thing... but what??

But then suddenly I realized... I just freed a ghost. A ghost, that's why I felt this cold wind. Slowly I went through the house to the bedroom.   So slowly as I was expecting something popping out of nothing. You know, like these videos in internet where something pops out to scare you. But this was real, this was no video.

On the floor to the toilet there was something. It was a piece of paper, teared out of a newspaper. ?House Broker dies after selling cursed house - Washington. Martin F., a house broker dies after selling a house. Legends tell that this should be a cursed house, and many believe that he died of selling it. He was found dead on the ground of this house. The real circumstances are still unclear. It makes it even harder for the detectives that the corpse disappeared after someone called the police. Nobody really knows where it could be. 'It was impossible to steal the corpse between the police call and the arriving of the police. We cannot exactly tell you what happened, it is the same mystery for us as for everyone else', the lead detective said. Th... ? The rest of the article was unreadable. Suddenly this queasy feeling returned. So this is a cursed house. Thank you, life. Is that what i deserve? Living in a cursed house? Suddenly a creepy voice was... kind of... saying something. ?Har... Harry...? This voice! It was really saying my name! NO! My instinct told me: RUN AWAY. But this stupid door was blocked. Gaah, didn?t this broker tell me about this broken door? But the window handles were broken too. All of them. It was like the whole thing was carefully prepared just for me. But the box... There had to be something special about it. It was on the ground. I went closer and closer to the box, very carefully. It was still empty. But... suddenly it grew big! This small box was big! Hundreds of voices came out there. But it was still empty! This had no sense.

Then somebody (or something!) gave me a heavy kick and I fell into the giant box. It closed and I found myself in an infinite darkness. This was darker than the darkest darkness I have ever seen. The voices got louder and louder, and they were calling me. I was awaited. ?Harry, Harry...? But where did the voices come from? I had absolutely no idea. From a second to another it stopped. What happened? Then I saw an image in front of me. It was like watching TV, but like being in the TV and seeing everything from the camera's position. There was a dead man lying on the ground, police officers around him and crying people. But this wasn't just someone. It was me. Again this queasy feeling came up. Over and over again. While watching that I heard a malicious laugh. ?This evening... this evening! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!? Suddenly I appeared back in my house. The box was gone. I remembered again, ?This evening!? I wanted to run away, but I remembered that the door is blocked. But I tried. And tried. And tried. And tried. Then another voice came up (and this queasy feeling too.) saying.? You can't run away from your destiny! You are condamned to live here for eternity! For ever. And ever. and ever!? Then I got the great idea: I had my cellphone in my pocket! How could I forget about it all the time? I called the police immediatly. The officers came, broke the door and got me out safely.

Although my story sounded invented and irreal, everybody seemed to believe me. I was under a physician's care for a week, who helped me to handle with all happenings from the last days. After that, I searched for a new house. The old one was burned at my wish, so nobody gets into such a situation again. But this time looked more carefully than last time. The thing about the dead broker... forget it. I never want to hear about these days again.

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