"Robert's Journal"A Story by Cody WilliamsBefore Lacy received the mysterious package in "A Letter From Lacy", Robert discovered it first and the terrors that came along with it first.
“Robert’s
Journal” By
Cody Williams
May 2, 2011:
Dear
journal,
The
first day on the job. I am currently on a leave of absence from the Science
Department at the University in search for…something. I don’t know exactly
what, but something is here. I know it is. I felt drawn here. Told my friend
Lucy just before I left to come here that I felt I needed to. She asked me why.
Honestly, I don’t know what it was. It felt like a strong force was calling my
name. It was not just I. It wanted me there too.
May 3, 2011:
Dear
Journal,
The
second day of the search. We began digging today. Something is telling me to
dig exactly fifty feet from where the campsite ends. I began to lead the group
out of the campsite. I walked fifty feet out and stopped. “Here” I said. “It
must be here.” I said again. Several students I brought along with me
questioned me. “How do you know there is something here?” they asked me. I
really don’t know. But I knew there was. I can’t really describe the feeling.
But it was like an invisible arm reached out and grabbed me by the pants leg
thus showing me the way.
We
marked the placed with a red X, got some shovels and began to dig. Nothing to
report thus far. But I know it’s here. It has to be.
May 4, 2011:
Dear
Journal,
As
they say, third times the charm. We found what it must have been. The thing
that was drawing me out there. As soon as I saw it, I dusted it off and held it
close to my body. I don’t know what the hell the feeling was, it everything
seems okay now. Everything seems just fine. Perfect in fact. I decided to wait
to examine the box when I got back to my home laboratory.
I
should be back home within the next couple of days. I’ll be sure to discover
whatever I find. It might change the world!
May 6, 2011:
Dear
Journal,
I
just returned home. I went over to Lucy’s for my welcome back dinner. It was
just a friendly dinner, you know? We are over that relationship stuff. Been
there, done that. I stayed for several hours. I didn’t show her the box. I
don’t know why. I felt this strange feeling that if I did show it to her, and
she wanted to see it, I would become jealous. I know it sounds silly, but
whatever is in that box is meant for me. It is mine and mine alone.
Anyway,
I carried the box into the kitchen and placed it on the counter to wash it.
After I cleaned the dust off of it, I noticed the words written in gold DO NOT
OPEN THIS BOX. I thought it was clearly fascinating if not somewhat terrifying.
I put the box under my arm and carried it down to the basement where my home laboratory
was.
I’ll
be sure to check it out in the morning. I’m just too Goddamn tired to take care
of it tonight.
May 7, 2011:
Dear
Journal,
This
will be my last Journal entry. I finally got around to it today. I pried that
damn box right open…only now, I wish I hadn’t. You see, there was a reason that
it was written DO NOT OPEN THIS BOX. I got it totally wrong. What was in there
was not meant for me. It was not meant for anybody!
After
I pried the box open, I looked into it. The inner liner was filled with some
sort of red velvet fabric. At the bottom of the box was nothing but a piece of
index paper that read:
WHOEVER
HAS OPENED THIS BOX HAS GIVEN INTO THE WEAK TEMPATION OF MAN. YOUR PUNISHMENT
WILL BE A SHORTENED LIFE. FOR EVERY HOUR YOU LIVE ON THIS EARTH YOU WILL AGE
FIVE YEARS.
When
I first saw it I kind of shrugged it off as if it was nothing. But boy was I
wrong. Oh man, was I wrong. I feel like I am going to die at any moment. I
started the day in my late thirties with soft wavy brown hair. Now I am baled
wrinkly and sick. I’m doing the only thing I know to do. I’m going to mail a
letter to my good friend and fellow Scientist Lacy Woodside along with the box.
The friend I spoke of earlier. That is if I make it to the damn post office.
She’s the only person I can trust to keep the box safe. She’s the only one I
can trust who will believe me.
As
to any one else who finds this journal, if I don’t make it, which is a very
distinct possibility, please mail the box and letter to Lacy. Consider it a
dying man’s wish. But whatever you do, please for the love of God, DO NOT OPEN
THAT BOX!!! You will regret it! Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment HIGG-SICO-XDQX-SABV" title="Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected HIGG-SICO-XDQX-SABV" width="150" height="40" src="http://static.copyrighted.com/images/seal.gif" /> © 2013 Cody WilliamsAuthor's Note
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Added on December 19, 2013Last Updated on December 19, 2013 Tags: horror, dark fantasy, A Letter From Lacy, Cody Williams AuthorCody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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