I Have a Haunted Box
I have a haunted box. It sits beside the bed. I wanted a way to keep our things off the floor. We don’t have furniture, like normal people. We sleep on an air mattress on the floor and usually scatter our necessaries on the floor by the bed. But I don’t like stuff being where we walk, then being used elsewhere, so I got us each a plastic tote bin and cleaned everything and put the items inside.
It is neat and clean and makes me happy. Until night falls. We go to bed and my box starts making sounds. At first, being in the country, I was laying there sure we had a rodent. I finally went for the light to check. Nope. Just my little bottles and such. Back to bed. *Rattle* a few seconds pass… *Clink* …silence. *Thunk* *Tinkle*
Now J is awake and listening. After a while, this starts to mess with our heads. I mean, we’re not bumping the box. Nothing is moving it. There’s nothing to cause it to move (the fan is off, the heat isn’t on). It could be settling, but it just keeps on settling, over and over. Then it did the same thing the next night. It started to keep J awake, like a dripping faucet. That is what inspired him to name it my Haunted Box.