October 1, 2012

The Box

Day 1

"My dearest Lauren - Thank you for coming to visit me and Troubles this weekend. My, how the time has flown by. You are a joy. Thank you for the cinnamon candles, you always know how to make me smile. Going through the old photos of the farm got me to thinking, would you do me a favor, child? I'm just far too - well my body just isn't what it used to be. Have we ever taken you by the old house Mrs. Bards lived in up until '64? It's been sitting there for years, your parents want nothing to do with it (as you know, they're selling the land). I need to get something out before that happens. I know you like this kind of stuff. On the second floor, the room on the end of the hall has been locked. Use the key under the second floorboard. Push the bed and you'll find a box in the floor. 


Bury it. Don't tell me where. Please don't post this on the Facebook. Ok?

I've included directions and a photo of the house - it was a while ago, it probably doesn't look like that anymore. The people are your great grandparents by the back barn. Aren't they dazzling? I love you please remember to bring Grandma's jar back after you eat the Jam.

Love ya kid, Grandpa"

Day 2

Day 3


Done and done! I've buried the box as you requested (and threw out the key). They're both deep in the ground - nobody will ever find them :) 

I <3 you!


Day 4

Before you were born
In this sea side town
Sad things began to happen

The people were dying
A number would drown
Their tongues and throats seen blackened

A handful were found
Beneath a rock pile
Having fallen to their death

The children went missing
And after a while
Discovered robbed of breath

One man was cut
From elbow to wrist
His teeth, they had been taken

Another one yet
We had to untwist
A task that left many quite shaken

What had been doing
This horrible stuff?
Who would be left to blame?

We had become desperate
This was quite enough
Not many were left to maim!

We went to the witch
Who said that she knew
The evil doers in the town

She gave us a list
And then with a shoo
Released us with a frown.

We couldn’t believe
Who she had numbered
It surely couldn’t be them!

They were God fearing people
And by us some slumbered
But who else could we condemn?

Next we were ordered
To gather their photos
And give them to her to bind

And little Sue’s dolly
For what, we don’t know
We did just what we were assigned

Once that was done
Those people were dead
It happened just under a week

But then our luck turned
Just like she foresaid
So of this no one dared speak

This box you have found
Is where they reside
Be careful now where you will tread

Remember the people
And how they had died
Remember dear what we have said.

Day 5

Bonnie was Baker and Thelma was Butcher
Together they grew quite fat
Step onto their yard and into the cooker
They preferred dogs and cats

And on the occasion a little girl stepped
Or little boy for that matter
Then onto the table they would be swept
And Bonnie and Thelma got fatter

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