Steve was amazed, �Am I that wasted?� he asked himself. He got down to have a closer look at the figure when he noticed it wasn�t a figure at all. It was an old, rotted scarecrow.
Steve was still crept out so began running frantically through the fields. He was running so fast that he tripped and fell to the ground. He had fallen upon something hard. He got up and brushed himself off and looked down to see what he�d fallen on. All he saw was darkness but there was something there on the floor. He kneeled down and realised it was a box. He tried to open it but it was too heavy to lift and was made from what he could tell was wood. He picked it up and threw it hard, as it landed to the floor he heard it open.
What's In The Box?