Please enjoy this short little poem. I hope it gives you some chills.
YOU ARE READING
The Box
HorrorIt is very late, I hear a faint knock at my door. In my stupor I quietly call out, who's there? No response, I call out again, still nothing. When I went to open the door, there was no one there. But upon looking down, a wooden box lay at my feet...
The Box
Please enjoy this short little poem. I hope it gives you some chills.
