Young boy, bored with no friends or family to play with.

Rummaging through desks and old bins to appease his appetite for fun.

Shuffling from room to room, searching for an answer, looking through every nook and cranny.

Pacing around the house and stumbling upon...it.

There a door resided, leading to the unknown.

A room the boy never traversed in

A room that creaks and cracks during the night, yet no one is ever up there

A room radiating an ominous aura as if both saying stay away from and come to me

The boy shivers at the sheer aura it gave.

Yet, his boredom was reaching max velocities and its speedometer was about to break.

The boy shuffled to the door, grasping the cold, brass knob with force and swung the door open.

Whoosh!

Gust of wind was hurled at the boy, as if it was telling him to turn back.

He didn’t.

There lied steps as if inviting the boy upwards.

He gladly accepted the invitation, and carried himself up the steps.

There a switch stood on the left of the entrance to the darkness.
Flick, light illuminating all that could be seen, the bulb radiating light and heat as if it were its own little sun.

With the area around it swarming with dust particles, it had been a long time since that little star had been woken up.

Peeking his head over the horizon of the steps, noticing one thing.

The only thing.

A small jewelry box.

Leather wrapped it and was secured with golden tabs.

Right on top of it wrote “P”.

The force was there again, stronger than ever.

As if it had its own gravitational pull, separate from the Earth.

Walking up towards the box, reaching for it.

His hand hovering over it feeling the warmth it gave off and feeling the air around it rumble.

Voices telling him to open it, release it.

Door swings.

Parents home.

The hollering coming from downstairs distracted the boy

He had snapped out of his trance.

He ran downstairs to greet his parents, hoping if they could answer what was up in that room.

Flick, darkness engulfed the upstairs, going from the tiny sun that lit the mini world up there, to outer edges of the galaxy where nothing exists except for the abyssal nature of darkness.

The box, once again by itself within the deep, dark abyss.

Rumbling.

Angered.

Silent.