A Mysterious Box

Chapter 1

      It's the first day of summer break and this morning I woke up and looked out the window and realized it was raining like it usually was, due to me living in New York. I got ready to start my day at my summer job, before I left, I grabbed my umbrella and my camera and then I made my way out. As I was walking the rain started to get worse next thing I knew it was pouring and the closest thing to shelter was the bus stop.

      So I ran under the small bus stop roof to get out of the pouring rain, I noticed a man sitting there already so I just gave him a small smile. After a couple of minutes went by, u looked up and there was a little girl in a white dress holding out a small box, standing in the rain. I was so confused  because this litte girl came out of nowhere and I didn't notice her earlier.
     The little girl was completely dry. She reached her hands out, handing me the box. I reach up to grab the box from her and I look down at the box. As I was about to ask what the box was I look up and realized that the little girl was gone. The rain had stopped now and I don't know when it did.
     What just happened? I held the box in my hand and looked over at the man sitting next to me.
     "Did you see that?" I asked, a tremble in my voice. The man looks at me in confusion and asks, "See what?"
     "The little girl, in white,"I say, "She gave me this." I hold up the box and once again the man is confused.
     "Miss, no one was here. You have been holding that box the whole time."
      Shaken up and even more afraid I quickly got out from the bus stop and ran off to work. Who was she? Where did she go? Did anybody else see her?

     I went to work instead to get my mind off of the creepy little girl and the box.i put the box in my bag and left it alone for the rest of my time at work. While I was taking photos, I got an unexpected call from an unknown number, I ignored it and just let it go to voice mail. About an hour later I get a call from the same number, so instead of letting it go to voice mail I answered,
     "Hello?" I say, clear confusion in my voice.
       "Hello,I recieved a call from you earlier and I wanted to talk about the box." A deep voice replied. The box? How does he know about the box?
"Um... I uh, I don't know what you mean sir," I stutter. I can feel a cold sweat break out on my forehead.
   "Well, of course you do. I can't talk about it over the phone, I will be in touch."
  Then the line goes quiet. He hung up. I look down at my phone in confusion and fear. How does he know? We i5 that man at the bus stop? I looked up the number that called me and there was no additional information for this mysterious man so I just left it at that.
  I don't want anything to do with this anymore.