It Started With A Lie - A Stephan Story

Chapter 2The Little Box

In a place not so far far away lied a little box. The little box held two items inside. The poor little box always wanted to be owned like the other little boxes, for they were usually a really happy thing. One day a man with dark brown locks of hair walked into the prison the little box was kept in. The prison might have been filled with beautiful gems but it was still a prison for the box. Lucky for the little box the man walked over to it and looked inside. "How beautiful," the man mumbled, obviously impressed. The box swelled with pride as the man picked it up. "Someone loves me," The box said happily. The dark brown haired man gave green paper to the prison guard and he put the little box in a bag. "Good luck," the prison guard said."Thank you,"said the dark haired man. Then they were on their merry way.

After a span of how many days, the little box grew worried. The man repeatedly looked at the box in it's hiding place and it was a growing obsession. The box could tell the man was terrified and worried and scared but also happy. He was contemplating what to do. "When will he let me be seen," the little box said sadly. One day the little box sat in his hiding spot alone. It could feel that the man's presence was gone, but the other man was there. The one that the brown haired man obsessed over day and night, just to make him happy. The strange thing was there was another presence and something was going on, something wrong. A secret that would kill the man that found him. That part will be told later little box.