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…I hesitated to pick up the box at first, but it seemed to be SMILING at me. Not in a literal sense, of course, just the shitty tape job it had been given was crooked enough to form a bent smirk where the flaps hold hands on the top of the cardboard box. And to me, it was instantly appealing. Almost CALMING, despite the subtle, pinkish liquid seeping out of one of the corners onto the carpet of the hallway, instantly soiling anything in its path. For a moment, as I was leaning down to snatch up the box, I imagined a microscopic civilization of dust mites, the carpet their Earth, holding a ceremony to crown their new Mite-king, as the celebration is swiftly disrupted by a record-setting pink tsunami, drowning an entire planet of mites, leaving only 2 left alive to repopulate the carpet. And by annihilating an entire civilization, the leakage from the box simultaneously created 2 HEROES! But that thought wasn't with me too long, as I quickly grabbed the box with my left hand, closed the door, and, like in the movies, moved my right arm in a sweeping motion and knocked almost everything off of the kitchen table to make room for a box that couldn't have been bigger than a large cantaloupe. Something must have swept over my inhibitions, because I fucking HATE when I see that happen in movies. Right as the door was swinging closed, out the corner of my eye, I briefly caught a glimpse of the black, textured stain that the box had left on the carpet outside my door. Was the stain steaming? Or is that just my assumption, cloudily looking back and knowing now what happened to me? Either way, at the time, it didn't register with me.
I was drawn to the box almost immediately. I stared at it for years. Or at least a few seconds, but it felt like much longer. I've never had bad eyesight, but it felt like I couldn't FOCUS on its surface. I felt the auto-focus feature in my pupils struggling, and I swear I heard the mechanical cries of a frustrated camera trying to focus on a swaying handful of dandelions.
The box itself was about 6"x6"x6" (the mark of the DEVIL!? No, that's fucking retarded, it's probably just the dimensions of it) and had only one marking on it, other than the scuffs and scrapes it endured during its obviously long, unloved travels. That marking was dark, very symbolic,and... almost technical. Like a road hazard sign mixed with all those symbols you see on the function buttons on your keyboard. It was obviously a hand symbol. But what did it mean? It looked like an extremely simplified drawing of a hand getting savagely ripped apart from the wrist, up.
I've seen this symbol before.
I know I have…
5:20 PM
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