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    1. Carved Wooden Chest

      by , 04-03-2013 at 07:06 PM
      I'm standing outside my childhood home in Massachusetts, the front lawn isn't as long. It's a bright lush green. The trees that stand between my house and the neighbor's are impossibly tall, like a wall instead of woods. A girl meets me outside, we talk a little bit.
      "Strange things happen around here sometimes, though." She says.
      "What do you mean? Seemed ordinary to me."
      She laughs at me, "You really don't remember?"
      "What?"
      She tells me that when I was sixteen I disappeared for four days without warning and then reappeared unexpectedly with no memory that I had gone, that for the four days I was missing strange things happened, centered around a carved wooden chest. Somehow the idea that I can't even remember any of the events surrounding that deeply disconcerts me.
      "We found it again you know. It came back." She makes the chest sound like a living thing.
      "Can I see it?"
      She leads me into the house across the street. It's dark inside, but I can hear people moving around. In the dining room that connects the kitchen and the living room is the chest. I come around the corner, following the girl. She shines a flashlight onto the floor near the chest, drawing my focus to the light. I give her instructions to change where the beam falls. She is being dense about it, finally it shines near the foot of the chest.
      I'm actually surprised by how vivid it looks, how real. It stand out from the dream like a real photograph next to an animated one. Live against the darkness. I start to feel a kind of buzzing, it's low and frightening and sets my teeth on edge. The box stands open. It is golden mahogany. The latch is broken. The lid stands open a few inches. There is a double-chevron pattern repeated 8 times, 4 each on either side of the square center emblem that I can't remember. I really don't want to look at it. The girl grins at me in the dark.
      "Do you want to see what's inside?" She takes out a stack of chips. They look like dull dented metal and bone, with carvings on the front. "We can play the same games you played before."
      I shake my head and back away. I hear the clack of the chips as she sets them on the floor, one by one. It jars me awake. I'm having a faint case of sleep paralysis. I feel heavy and keep trying to doze off. I move my head every time I start to drift because I can feel myself returning to that room with the chest. I finally manage to turn over instead of just move my head, and when I fall back asleep I'm sitting in a folding chair in a wide alley. The chairs are in two groups with an aisle down the middle. Seven rows of five on each side of the aisle.
      Christina Aguilera dances into the alley with her body guards, wearing a black fedora, a white halter top with black suspenders with black shorts, fishnets and tall spike-heel black boots. The music starts and she dances quick impressive steps, I can tell she's lip syncing but it doesn't bother me, it seems she would have to choose between singing and dancing and this number is all about the dance. It becomes more clear she's lip syncing when the recording keeps going and she skips moving her mouth on a part.
      An idiot across the aisle looks surprised and says "I THINK SHE'S LIP SYNCING!"
      I roll my eyes. Someone else mentions she looks good for being 40...o.O