Mystery box

That morning, Jowita got up at her usual time. She dressed, washed, and ate a light breakfast. She was about to leave for work when she heard a soft knock. She walked to the door and opened it. There was no one on the stairwell.

As she entered the apartment, a medium-sized package lying on the doormat caught her eye. She picked it up and read the inscription, written in tiny calligraphy:

Jowita Adamczyk,

Wrzosowa Street 13a,

20-580 Wrocław.

"Well, that's me," she thought to herself and returned home.

She didn't have time to open the package, so she placed it on the kitchen table and hurried out.

That evening, she returned very tired but also excited. She couldn't wait to see the gift she'd received that morning. Imagine her surprise when, instead of a box, she found a card on the table with the following inscription: "Your days are numbered."

Annoyed, Jowita tore up the note and threw it out the window. Suddenly, she heard a terrifying screech. She turned in the direction of the sound and froze. A two-meter-tall statue of Satan stood before her. She looked into its eyes, which at that moment glowed blood-red. Jowita fell to the ground as if dead.

The next morning, she woke up in her own bed. Her head ached terribly. She looked around the bedroom and, not noticing anything suspicious, gently slid onto the pillow.

"It's just a bad dream," she repeated aloud to herself, "things like this don't happen."

After a moment, the pain became bearable. Jowita got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She didn't see anything alarming in the living room, so she calmly went to wash up.

When she emerged from the shower, satisfied, she noticed something very strange. Red liquid was running down the mirror. She touched it to see what it was.

"Blood," she screamed shrilly.

At that moment, she saw the sign: "7 days." She ran from the bathroom as if scalded. On the kitchen table stood the same figure of Satan she had seen yesterday. This one, however, was much smaller. The girl grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Shards of porcelain were scattered all over the kitchen. Terrified, she didn't know what to do. She picked up the phone and dialed her brother's number.

"Excuse me?" asked the voice on the receiver.

"Grzegorz, is that you?" whispered Jowita.

"Yes, is something wrong?

" "Come see me quickly. "

"What's going on?

" "I'll tell you when you get there.

" "Okay, I'll be right there. "

She hung up the phone and sat in the armchair opposite the front door.

It seemed like an eternity. She looked intently around the apartment, and every little noise seemed like a terrifying thud.

Finally, she heard a loud thud.

"Who's there?" she asked.

"It's me," a familiar voice replied.

She approached the door, carefully opening it. A tall, muscular man stood on the staircase. He looked remarkably serious for his 25 years. When Jowita saw him, she was immediately filled with inner peace. The boy entered the apartment and settled into the living room.

"What happened?" he said with concern.

"Something very strange is happening here."

She told him everything that had happened since yesterday and asked,

"Why did this happen to me?

" "I think you were imagining something," Grzegorz said.

"No, it really happened. I couldn't believe it, but it's true.

" "There's not a drop of blood in the bathroom. Did it evaporate?" he asked with a sneer in his voice.

"It really was there. Please believe me.

" "You should go to a doctor. Maybe he'll discover the cause of your hallucinations?

" "I'm not crazy," Jowita shouted.

"I didn't say that. Think about what I told you. Seeing a specialist definitely wouldn't be a mistake."

"I'm not going anywhere.

" "It's your decision. I have to go now," he said, looking at his watch. "See you later."

After her brother left, the girl burst into tears. She sat in the armchair for two days, constantly on guard. Finally, after much thought, she decided Grzegorz was right.

She freshened up and set off to find a specialist who would solve her problem.

After hours of running around, she returned home with a smile on her face. She had an appointment for the following week.

The next morning, she got up for work at her usual time. Everything was fine. Nothing unusual was happening. Despite everything, Jowita counted the days.

By evening, the sixth day after her brother's visit, she was in a great mood. She was no longer plagued by hallucinations, and besides, she had received a promotion. She decided to make a habit of it. She pulled a bottle of her favorite whiskey from the bar and began to savor it. She sat there until late at night.

She was about to go to bed when the clock struck midnight. Suddenly, a terrible wind blew, even knocking over the furniture. Jowita was terrified. Didn't know what was happening? In an instant, everything stopped, and the same statue of Satan from a week ago appeared before her.

"Your hour has come," he said, making the walls shake.

"Nooooo!" Jowita screamed with all her might.

And again, his eyes glowed blood-red, striking the defenseless victim. This time fatally.

The next morning, Grzegorz came to visit his sister. The front door was ajar, so he stepped inside. What he saw forced him to lean against the wall. The entire apartment looked as if a tornado had swept through it. Everything was shattered. No sign of Jowita. So he went into the bedroom.

The girl lay on the bed. When Grzegorz ran to her, he noticed her eyes were red. He was frightened, but he hugged his sister and burst into tears. Next to her hand lay a note with a cap on it, in tiny calligraphy: "You'll be next."

"Nooooo!!! "

This is the end of the story about the mysterious box and its contents. Be careful, dear reader, lest this story become yours. Satan is watching.