Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28353236-20160618150926

Everybody knows that people don't know anything about the things beyond this world. Now, some people may claim they know or understand what is on the otherside of the limit. I myself find this people to be a bunch of great liars. You might find them interesting. After all everybody is searching for the security of their own existence. I've seen demons claiming to be gods and I've seen angels claiming to be demons. Doesn't matter anyway. They all just sell empty boxes of promises. Claiming to be something they're not. I used to sell promises myself back in the day. See, I used to work as a salesman and a scientist at a local crime lab. After I lost my job as a scientist, I waited for few years so I could become a priest. I thought I found my revelation, but soon after my life became miserable and I clasified myself as a thief. I stole things from people. Both good and bad. I got arrested after trying to break into one of the richer houses in the town I lived in and was in jail for 8 months. In jail I met a man. He introduced himself as Handers. He never told me his name. He said if he ever did tell my his name that I would laugh because it was almost like a joke his parents played on him. So the only thing I knew about him was that his last name was Handers. The guards never spoke to him and nobody in the prison either. It was almost as if he wasn't there and I was his only friend. He wasn't a strang fellow. He had medium long black hair to his shoulders. Brown eyes and a crooked nose. We use to talk about car racing that was on TV since we both enjoyed it and quickly became good friends. After some time I started telling him about my misfortune in my business life and down fall of all my careers and he seemed very sad about it all. He only told me that he use to work as a salesman and that he was in here for shooting a man who tried to rob him. Eventually he was released since he was here way longer that me and spent almost three years in this jail house. I had just two more months here and was sad that he would leave since I didn't knew anybody except him in here. The day before he was released he gave me something. He reached out to his bag that was given to him since he would be leaving tommorow and took out a object. It was a box. A blue box with red stripes on it. Nothing more to see. It was a small box also, but you could probably fit a smaller radio in it. I took the gift and left it next to my bed and forgot about it until next morning. When I woke up the next morning Handers was already gone. Strange how he didn't stay to say goodbye but I guess I would do the same since this jail is making a man rott. I took the box up and saw that Handers left a note. It said: "Hope that this helps you with your bussines. See you around. - M. Handers" This was strange. Not because how he thought that a simple box could help me with business, but that he left the first letter of his first name on the paper. That never happened before. I thought he was just tired and put it there by mistake or simply wanted me to know that he appreciated me enough to tell me this. Anyhow, the last two months went by easy and unusually fast. As soon as I got released I got back home and layed on my couch trying to get some real sleep. I couldn't really do that cause I wasn't so tired and just then I've realized that, I've never actually opened the box Handers gave to me.

I stood up and went to my bags that were still unpacked. For a minute I thought I lost the damn thing but I eventually found it at the bottom of the bag under piles of unwashed clothes. I took it out and opened it for the first time. Instead finding some money or something worth a while, I found a note. Well actually it wasn't a note, since nothing was written on it. But it was a piece of paper with a cross on it. This left me confused and left me screching my head. THe only thing it remineded me of was the cruch I was a priest at. Which was strange since I never told Handers anything about that. I only told him that I was a salesman and a thief since that was why I was in the jail in the first place. The curiosity got the better of me and I went to the cruch. My mind was blury and I thought that maybe I told him that I was a priest and just couldn't remember it. Hoping to find some money or Handers there I went to the cruch which was a ten minute walk from my house.

When I got there, I was sad to see that the cruch was closed. It seemed that It was this way for some time now. The note on the the door said that it was in repair so it wouldn't be open for some time. I walked around the  church and eventually sat down on the bench near the park that was still the proprety of the church. I saw doves flying above the park as the wind blow. It was a relaxing sight since nothing like this could be seen in jail. I just got comftarble, when i saw a man walking down the park coming my way. It was one of the priests from the church. Nothing strange since the all the priests lived next to the church. But I've never seen this priest in all my time being there. He sat on the bench a few feet next to mine and was just silent. I realized now that this man was familiar to me. I stood up and saw that this was infact the face I know. It was Handers. But what was he doing here wearing a priest's robe? I started to walk to him when a dove flew next to my face and I fell to the floor. As I stood up I realized that he was no longer there. He was nowhere to be found. I looked around and brushed it off as my imagination. I got to the bench he was sitting on, and saw a again a white piece of paper. On it was drawn a house, almost like a child drew it.

Now I knew something was not right and I had to get home. It took me about 5 minutes to get back home since I ran like hell. When I got there the door was locked so I wasn't that worried. But then I realized that I couldn't find my key. It's imposible I lost it since I always have it in my back pocket and it never fell out. I tried to open it a few times and once with force, when one of the neighbours I never saw before asked me what I was doing here. I told him that this was my house and that I lost a key so I was trying to open it. The man gave me a disturbed look and said that, Mr Mark lives here and it was been that way for years and if I didn't leave. He would call the police. If this weren't strange enough, I freaked out when I asked him: "What Mr. Mark?" He replied with: "Mark Handers"

I left my house and went back to the park. I realized something had to be done, this was complete madness. I felt that something was in my pocket. It was the box. It had a note in it. It said: "God in my box". I threw it away since it was nonsence angry that Handers could do something like this to me. I waited for the night to come so I can break into my house and find him. As soon as the night fell, I got to my house and climbed up the windows. Nobody was around so it was not that hard. I got trough the window into the kitchen and went down to the living room. I turned up the night lamp and on the couch I found that damn box again. As I took it and opened it one last time before I would burn in or destroy it out of anger, I found another note in it saying: "We are all in the our box. You left your box, now you are in mine. You will not leave the box. You lost your own as you accepted mine. And I am the God in this box". As I threw the box on the floor I turned around to see Handers. Staring at me, with a gun in his hand, saying only: "Dirty thief". 