She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled...

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She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She gently pulled it out and glanced at it. Light reflected off of the clean clear glass as she held it up. The other faces of the box were made of complete gold. Holding it, she remembered five years back to when she had found the box.

She had been playing hide and seek with her friend, George. She was hiding behind a tree. She glanced around the corner and saw George, who had just counted to ten, shift his eyes in every direction. She dashed out from around the tree and leaped into a bush. George's eyes shot like arrows in her direction. He cautiously began to walk towards her. Crawling on all fours, she began to creep out of the side of the bush, just as George looked in.

She jumped to her feet and quietly but swiftly ran towards a small cave that was only a few feet away. As she entered the mouth of the cave, she looked behind her, seeing if George was still quietly stalking her. He obviously had seen her, for he was running full speed in her direction. She turned her head forwards again, just in time to fall head first down a deep hole in the ground. She screamed wildly as she glided down the rocky slope. Light flashed into her eyes. She shielded them and braced for impact. She came out of the hole and sprawled out onto the hard rocks. She moaned quietly for a moment.

"No broken bones," she whispered to herself.

Then she saw it. In the corner of the dark rocky hole, there laid a shiny thing. She stood and carefully walked along the sharp rocks over to the corner of the cave. She reached out and picked up the item. It was a box. She stared in amazement at the thing.

Then she heard footsteps. She dropped the box in fear and dove behind a boulder. She desperately tried to control her fitful breathing, but to no avail.

The footsteps got louder.

She saw the box laying where she had dropped it, and she reached for it. She clutched it tightly against her chest as she listened intently to the footsteps.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder. She shrieked in horror and swung her hand up in defense. There was a loud slapping sound as her hand made contact with skin.

"YOUCH!" a voice yelped.

The girl opened her eyes. Standing there was George, rubbing his cheek. "OUCH! What was that for?!"

The girl sighed heavily and then gave him a hug in relief.

She was safe now, as was the box, which was still tightly being held in her hands. She never let it go. She kept it for the rest of her life. Even though she didn't know of the box's abilities until she was twenty three, she did know there was something eery about it.

But that's a story for another day.

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