Bleach Box Set 2 Novels & Stories

Wesley looked up at Frank for the answer. Frank just twirled his keys. “He will be in later. That’s all you need to know.” He replied. Wesley and Jessica continued their conversation as they cleaned. “Hey Bryan, we need some bleach for the floors. Can you go find us some?” Wesley called out. Bryan grumbled, but took the stairs to the 2nd floor with his walkie talkie on. He looked around the well-furnished floor made for sexual exploits to find the storage closet. He found one bottle of bleach inside, but only one, and it was half empty. He reported on his walkie talkie. “I only found one. Where is another?”

I grab a knife from the kitchen and a towel from the bathroom , settling down on the couch with the box . My gut sinks in anticipation as I slice the skin on my palm , drawing blood and let it drip on the superior surface of the box . Nothing happened so I decided to push the knife in deeper , flinching as more blood poured out onto the box . " Come on .. " I say urgently , looking for anything strange . Slowly , the blood starts displacing from it's original position and travels downwards at the junction of the top and bottom halves of the box and wedges itself in between . There is a sudden click sound and the box opens .

I explain. “Shadows as in… Leo, and blossoms for you. I love it,” Azura adds. Delsanra, Raihana and Mama now come over and Leo cocks a brow. “I see there’s a fucking audience.” “Yes, because we’re curious. Now open the box,” Raihana says, the last part is aimed at me. My heart thumps as I slowly lift the box out, it’s heavy, I place it on the bed and look at the little glowing fingerprint scanner. I press my thumb to it and a ripple of white glowing lines appear across the box before it opens by itself.

Alexander puts the box on Skyler's lap and then sits down on the far end of the sofa as she takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as she says, "Um... We never plan for this and it always seems to happen when there is already too much happening in our lives, but..." I move from leaning on the back of the sofa and walk over to the doorway. I lean on the door as I have a feeling I know what is going on and the reason I am not part of this. Skyler moves and puts the box on the sofa between them and carefully opens the lid. I see and feel my brother's surprise as they both pull out one of those plastic stick things females use; I catch a glimpse of Nathan's as he holds it up to look at it

The moment I do, Kella’s instincts kick in and she pulls me and Drake across the room as something in the drawer explodes, sending a dusting of powder into the air. Drake growls, beside me. “Now I know what the gloves are for,” he says, going to the desk and picking up some heavy looking gloves. He goes to the drawer, pulling out a box. It looks like it might be wood under the dusting of powered silver and vervain. Drake takes it to the bathroom attached to the office and dumps it in the sink. I hear the water turn on as he grabs a towel and washes off the box. When he brings it back out, he sets it on the desk and opens it slowly.

Violet looked at him. He did not look back. The room felt like a trap. Maybe because it was. The box sat waiting like a heart on a chair. Violet said, “We do not touch it yet.” Theodore nodded. Good. Then the box moved. Not much. Just enough. A small shift. A scrape against the wood. Violet’s breath stopped. Theodore stepped forward. The lid lifted from the inside. A little. Then dropped. Mrs. Blythe made a strangled sound.

"Yeah?" She opened the screen door and stepped out onto the front porch. "What do you want to do with all these empty boxes?" "We'll take them back to the lodge, use them again for another run. Did you put everything away?" Shasta grinned. "I sure did. Want to see? Blake set the empty tank on the porch and followed her inside. She opened the cupboard doors with a flourish. "Ta-dah!" The boxes and cans were arranged by color and ascending height, shorter to the left and taller moving right. He scratched his head. "You have pancake mix next to the Cheerios."

Inside the box lay a chopped human hand, the blood around it had dried into a dark crust, but the skin still looked real, not fake, not a prop…but real. Blaire’s heart hammered in her chest, she stumbled back slightly, nearly losing her balance. “What… what is this?” she whispered. A flash of memory struck her suddenly, my voice echoed in her mind: “That’s the same box… the person in the black hoodie brought it last night when I was trapped in Ms Choice’s head, I saw it then… I saw the box in the stranger’s hand”

I can’t dump mine on her, too. I take a deep breath to snap myself out of my misery. The box labeled ‘Nail Things’ is in the closet next to a little basket. Is the nail polish in there? I tip the basket and look inside. The basket is full of dark colored plastic wrappers. I pick one up and turn it over in my hands. Condoms? Gross. I drop it back in the basket, grab the manicure kit, and a washcloth. I’m grateful for the moment of quiet while the water gets hot… Well, until I hear a loud wailing screech.