short story on unexpected visitors
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Ok! This was a little thing I wrote to practice for an exam. I acutally think it could be a bit better, which is why I’m posting it here for advice. So, without further ado…
When the box was bequeathed unto me, by the postman, unassuming and cordial, I immediately knew that it was a most tenebrous thing indeed. The coloration, an odd shade of deep maroon, was accompanied by a rattling and shaking which did not fail to incite terror within my heart. Alas, curiosity, it its’ morbid folly, convinced me to pry open the box, to behold whatever eldritch monstrosity lay within. But, said box of horror proved itself most vexing to open. Only when I chanced to offer it food (what malign insanity provoked this, I have yet to know), only then did said box reveal unto me its’ true nature. For, on it’s own, it opened, revealing a cavernous and fanged mouth, with which it promptly devoured the meal. At this, I can not offer no rational explanation- indeed, ’twas at this point my consciousness failed me. When I regained a semblance of mental coherence, the box was nowhere to be found. I can only shudder as to it’s nature, it’s purpose, and hope I never encounter it again.