Playbox (Short Horror story)
It was 6p.m in evening. I was quarrelling with my sister.
"I've told you many times don't touch it!"
"Why? What's so special about it?"
"Listen to me don't even dare to touch
that again!"
A very long conversation was pulled up by my sister only to not touch her playbox.
I was so curious about that box...
What a rubbish to talk about her stupid plaything 🧸. Maybe she is hiding her toys inside not to embarrass herself...
Then I realised that I forgot my hat in her room..
When I approached at her room. I heard her saying "Shhh! Stop...
"I've told you many times don't touch it!"
"Why? What's so special about it?"
"Listen to me don't even dare to touch
that again!"
A very long conversation was pulled up by my sister only to not touch her playbox.
I was so curious about that box...
What a rubbish to talk about her stupid plaything 🧸. Maybe she is hiding her toys inside not to embarrass herself...
Then I realised that I forgot my hat in her room..
When I approached at her room. I heard her saying "Shhh! Stop...