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. 

DO NOT OPEN

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

Grandpa,

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!

Lauren

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