wisiaden:

A sort of beginning to “Lemon Water”. Seriously, curses, I can’t write anything else now. I’ll finish this up later since I have to get to school. Stupid registration.

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                There was a jewelry box located underneath Tim’s bed, wrapped in cloth to protect from dust and mites. The jewelry box was made of polished dark wood with a black handle. There were no other ornaments or flourishes to crown the panels, not even an engraving of “Janet Drake” because it once belonged to his mother. Inside the box were tubes of lipsticks, an ivory backed hairbrush, perfume—and strangely, it featured thin delicate looking utensils. Forks, spoons, knives all in a reddish brown color that wasn’t painted on but metal. Unearthly, strange and strong. The box held other feminine articles as well, but the thing that caught Tim’s attention was a silver ring.

                And Tim rarely took it out, removed the cloth and opened it. But he opened it now. Slid it out from under his bed, pushed away the fabric and the hinges creaked when Tim cracked the lid just the slightest. He smiled at the box in his hand, smiled at the various items inside. He was going to make momma proud.

Okay, officially scared now. Janet- you were a deeply frightening lady while you were alive, weren’t you?