Nobody knew it was true……
They all think it’s just a story……
No one ever knew how the more real it is, the powerful and known it will ever be……
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In the town of Falland, there was a boy named Jack. He was adventurous and rebellious. He’s curiosity and the dare to explore could never be distinguished. As I said though, he has his own opinions and thinks no other is right. Jack plays tricks and pranks that could even lead to death itself. One night, he found a box, colorful, wooden-textured with a twisting knob on the side. It was like a music box, no special carvings or decorations, just box-shaped. Of course when you see a knob, you know its risky, but your curiosity wins over. Before you realize, your hand would be reaching for it without hesitation and slowly turning it. That is exactly what Jack did. With the knob slowly moving, after a slight creaking sound, music played out. A classic childhood song played with an eerie tone, Pop Goes the Weasel. The music echoes through the place, empty. As each note became wrong, children’s laughter echoed through Jack’s ears. He couldn’t stop. CLICK! The box opened. SWOOSH as a strong wind blows, and Jack was suck into the box. People say that those who twist the knob and let the music play, just like Jack, would be captured by him turning into something else. Nobody knew the truth, all the witnesses were considered mad……
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Everybody knows Jack in the Box I believe. Some people still buy them of course. What they don’t know is that THE Jack in the Box is still here today, waiting for the next one. The curiosity of one could always win over.
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I was in the attic, the top of the house, there was a box, a wooden one. Colorful as it is, I didn’t know that the darkness it could have inside. An ordinary music box I thought as I twisted the knob over and over. A little bit old, it was, but the music went on. Pop Goes the Weasel played on, and I was foolish enough to sing along. What came with a CLICK was nothing else but the mysterious grin of Jack. There I was grabbed into the small box. Shifting and turning, I was now a plastic figurine. Along with many, we were stuck, never to be found again. Some wore clothes that dated 100 years ago at least. Would someone free us? I didn’t know……
