#cursed box

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When the Doctor had gotten here, he had had no idea where he was or why the TARDIS had chosen this place.  But after a couple of days, it became obvious.  That the area had a problem with weeping angels.  However, the Doctor couldn’t figure out why they would have picked this particular place.  The town was minuscule.  So what would the angels want with this place?

𝖄𝖆 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙?

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖝 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙. 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖞! 𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞, 𝕴 𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊. 𝖂𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖎𝖙. 𝕾𝖔 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊. 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖊𝖘. 𝕳𝖊𝖞, 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙?

𝕴 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖙.

It seemed to be a casual day, Monday like any other, until I opened the door and saw an ancient wooden chest just on my front door. Needless to say, I found the package immensely puzzling, and despite my best intentions could not resist bringing it into my home. I was strongly aware of the fact that I was not expecting a package on that Monday, nay, I was never expecting a package like that beautiful, wooden chest, but I could not just leave it on my doorstep! Oh no, if I had left it, some accursed vagabond would surely steal it, and either destroy its intricate inscriptions or pawn it for a few shillings. No, It was surely better for the package to be brought into my home.

I sat in my armchair, sipped on my coffee and stared at the chest. It was mesmerising, its beauty greater than anything I had ever seen in my life. I peered at the inscriptions on it; evidently an ancient language, possibly a dialect of aramaic. I took out my magnifier and set down to rewrite the text onto paper, so as to easier translate. I did not finish an undergraduate degree in ancient languages for nothing after all. After an hour or so, I had the full script translated. ‘A life for a life, death is the way – learn to catch up with life’. Over and over again, the sentence was repeated, a total of 48 times.

The chests clasp was golden, from what I could tell, pure golden. The lock was a tubular pin tumbler lock, with a star shaped keyhole. I whipped out my lockpicking set. To heck with my work, to heck with the world! This is what I lived for! Mystery, intrigue, ancient stories yet to be uncovered. This is why I chose to study archeology and anthropology for my PhD, this is why I moved to louisiana. The thrill is what I live for, what I seek every single day. I slaved over the chest for another two hours or so, till around midday, before I finally broke the lock. I lifted the lid of the heavy wooden chest (most probably oak based) and peered into it.

The moment I opened the box, a whisper escaped, and inside I saw Nothing. A thick, pitch-black, beautiful, mesmerising Nothing. I could not pull myself from the Nothing. It swallowed me whole, became me, and I it.

I was Nothing and I was in the Nothing. I could not feel the passage of time, it did not exist to me. All there was was Nothing. And suddenly there was a Voice. ‘Death is the way’, it hissed into my ear. ‘a life for life’. And out of nowhere there was Something, Everything. There was a blinding light, and then red. I knew who I was again, I was myself, a Something. And my hands were blood-covered, the room was covered in red. I was wading in blood, someone else’s blood. I took a look down, and at my feet was a warm body, 30 years old, female. In my hand was a dagger. The murder weapon, undoubtedly. I had murdered someone. I had stolen the most precious of all gifts – the gift of life. And yet the remainder of the Nothing inside of me was pleased. ‘good’, it said. ‘A life for a life. Hers for ours. Catch up with us’. I ran.

I don’t see the decision to run as an act of cowardice – more… self preservation. I had so much more to give to the world, and I knew that from behind the bars of a prison cell I could not change the world. So I ran. As fast as my legs would carry me. I jumped into the river and swam from one end to the other to wash the blood off myself. Lucky me, I must admit, as the water in Louisiana is much warmer than the lakes I swam in in the winter back in York county. I got out and kept running. Lucky me, again, as I was York county’s national triathlon champion, winning first place every season while I lived there. I got to my house, mainly dry from the summer air and turned on the lights. I only then realised it was night-time. Strange, as the last I remembered was midday. I carefully cleaned the dagger of any residue and placed it in a plastic bag, hiding it in the vault behind the landscape painting over my mantelpiece.

I did not understand. I did not know why I was given the accursed, yet mesmerizingly beautiful chest. The universe works in mysterious ways, and the regular human being cannot possibly hope to understand them. But now I know. I know what the box was, what I unleashed unto the world when I opened it. It took me decades of studies and research. I uncovered ancient civilizations and arcane knowledge that in times of old only prophets would attain. I understood that I had unleashed hell upon the earth. That chest was my Pandora’s box, and the sacrifice demanded, the necessary exchange for the life of the eldritch terrors that it held.

That is the testimony I received. I hadn’t had an idea what I was going to do with it. This was a respected, well renowned scientist we were talking about, and the murder case he testified for had gone cold over 60 years ago. Another matter – Dr. Stone couldn’t have killed Mary Jane, hell, Dr. Stone couldn’t have been alive at the same time as Mary Jane. It just wasn’t possible. Still, I entered the testimony into the system and moved Dr. Stone to a temporary detainment chamber. I went back home.

What's that?

Yes even more curse boxes! I've researched and found all new symbols to incorporate into my designs including angel proofing and devil's traps. 

This set has my 2 most complicated designs to date. (Oh fancy) AND a curse box meant to hold a deck of cards! :O 

They are up for sale on etsy!

Every curse box is stained, antiqued, and has a mix of different symbols (most are based on ones seen on Supernatural)

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Action cards have been a bit delayed because the hardware I had for 2 design series didn't work. (They'll be coming once I order new bits for them!) 

I'm working on a fourth style now while I wait for the pieces. I also have designs planned for at least 3 different series! So there will be all kinds of new cards to check out before too long.  

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