Once there was a boy from Texas. His family had lived there forever in the same house. The boy was very happy there. He lived on a large plot of land in a nice house. It was old and creaky but it was warm and cozy. Like most kids he spent all day outside so he never really cared that he wasn't allowed in the spare room. After all it was probably just storage.
However, one time he did go in that room. It wasn't his fault though. It was because he had to babysit his cousins and of course they wanted to play hide and seek. One of the little girls hid in that room. He would have never known if he hadn't heard a thump and then crying. He rushed in panicked partly because he wasn't supposed to be in there but mostly because his little cousin was probably injured.
As it turns out, his little cousin had only backed into a table and knocked a box off it. Unfortunately the box was cracked on impact. Whatever. That could be dealt with later. Right now his little cousin needed ice cream.
It wasn't until a week later that he realized something was wrong. He woke up a couple times in the middle of the night that week. Always with a feeling of being watched. This wasn't so bad except when he had to got to the bathroom. Made it a bit awkward. As soon as he got used to the feeling of being watched, everything got worse. Seeing things out of the corner of your eye and feeling hands tug at your clothes is unnerving for anyone but watching your aunt die? That'll mess a person up.
When his aunt was staying with him and his parents it was a bit tense. His dad didn't like his aunt but she had just split up with her husband and had nowhere else to go. Family is family after all. One night after a particularly nasty fight between his dad and aunt, the boy when to bed early. When he woke up in the middle of the night to get some water he walked passed his aunt sleeping on the couch. He wouldn't have payed her any mind besides the fact that someone was standing next to her head. At first he thought it was his dad but no. His dad wasn't that tall. When the boy turned to get a good look at who it was, the thing vanished. The boy shrugged figuring he was seeing things again. He got his water and returned to bed.
He had just drifted off again when he heard a scream. He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to his aunt. He was just in time to see her be lifted up by that shadow man. He called out to her just as the shadow stabbed his hand right into her stomach and pulled out her intestines. The boy screamed and ran toward his aunt and held her stupidly asking if she was okay and rocking her back and forth. It didn't matter that he was getting covered in her blood, he didn't even notice. Then he heard his father shouting his name.
The boy looked over his mom and dad wondering why they hadn't come down sooner. They had worried expressions on their faces but not nearly as concerned as they should be with his aunt lying in a pool of her own blood. He screamed at them telling them to call the police but they just stared back at him in confusion. It wasn't until his aunt got up from the couch and asked what was happening. He just stared at her with his mouth open. He'd just seen her be killed hadn't he?
Once his family had calmed him down enough to talk, he explained what he saw. Of course they didn't believe him. They said it was only a nightmare. He knew better. You can't feel and smell in dreams. He had felt her blood soak into his clothes. He had smelt the viscera and blood.
Another two weeks and it had just gotten worse. He'd watched his aunt get slaughtered different ways each night but no one believed him. Even when his aunt complained of horrible pains in her abdomen. His parents even wanted him to go to a therapist. He wasn't crazy though! It really was happening!
The third week was when it happened. Like the past two weeks he awoke at 2 am and went downstairs for water. He couldn't help it. Something told him to. So again he saw the shadow man lift up his aunt and pull out her heart. He watched it beat once, twice, three times, then no more. The creature then ate her heart and faded into the shadows. That's when he heard his parents scream. He looked back at his aunt expecting her to be fine but instead he saw her blood and organs leaking out of her open chest. His mother was sobbing, asking what he'd done.
She thought he killed his own aunt? He didn't even have her blood on him! There's no way he did it! Luckily his father seemed to realize that and took his mother to the other room to explain.
After they calmed down they made a plan. They knew the police would never believe that a shadow man had killed the boy's aunt so they did the only thing they could. They cleaned up. While his mom washed the blood out of the couch and the rug, his father got rid of the body. Luckily his father was a hunter and knew how to clean out a carcass. Once cleaned out, he put the rest of the boy's aunt meat in the freezer with their venison and other game meat. He tossed the "inedible" parts out into the pigpen knowing they'd get rid of it all very quickly. The bones were the only problem. They didn't have anything that could grind them well. Normally they'd use the bones to make a broth but they didn't have time for that. Luckily the storage room upstairs had a box where they could store the bones.
When the boy's dad brought the box downstairs he looked very troubled. The box had a crack in it. The boy didn't think that would be too big of a problem but his dad was obviously freaking out. He kept muttering about how he wishes he knew who had been in there and that there was no time to make a new box. As the boy was about to open the box to put the bones in it, his father yelled at him to stop. The boy shouldn't have to know about this so soon so he sent his son to help his mother.
After another two hours of cleaning everything was fine. No evidence was left. The only thing to do was to move. Of course they waited another couple months so as to not seem suspicious but eventually they did move. They didn't want to leave the south, after all that's where their family had always lived, so they moved only a few states over to Georgia.
The boy still sees shadows but they seem much more welcoming and kind. He was still wary of them but he slept just fine and didn't wake up in the middle of the night anymore. His family is nice and happy and they go to church each Sunday but they're still followed. They all know it but they don't speak of it. After all, it takes a while for a soul to become twisted and evil. The box will be someone else's problem by then.
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