There once was a man named Mr. Dinonus who was a graveyard cleaner. He did his job from 5:00 pm to 6:00 pm. It was Monday, August 14, 2006 at 6:00 pm when Mr. Dinonus found a box. It was no ordinary box. The box was a black, rough and smooth, what felt like concrete and an unusual mysterious box. He decided to take it home. He laid it on his kitchen table when he got home and then he went to bed…
At midnight, Mr. Dinonus arose with fear. He heard a crackling sound coming from somewhere in the house. He went to investigate what was making the crackling sounds. When he got to the attic he found a shadow in the nearest corner. Then something moved and a zombie came out of the shadows. He screamed and attempted to run outside of his house, but did not succeed. The zombie caught up with him and devoured him.
Years later, the box was found in Mr. Farnum’s classroom and the students never dared to open the black box.
At midnight, Mr. Dinonus arose with fear. He heard a crackling sound coming from somewhere in the house. He went to investigate what was making the crackling sounds. When he got to the attic he found a shadow in the nearest corner. Then something moved and a zombie came out of the shadows. He screamed and attempted to run outside of his house, but did not succeed. The zombie caught up with him and devoured him.
Years later, the box was found in Mr. Farnum’s classroom and the students never dared to open the black box.