So Scary 3- The Box: A Hellraiser Tale

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So Scary 3- The Box: A Hellraiser Tale

David Williams had been a salesman for five years now. He wouldn't have guessed that the objects that he used to sell, would certainly land him in the right spot. His boss used to tell him that the road ahead can offer many customers, and that they most likely buy certain objects of their taste. But there was one object that David was not willing to sell at the highest bidder. It was the LeMarchand's Box.

Yes, the box was made by a mad designer, "The LeMarchand" a long time ago. David wasn't sure what to make of it. He tried to open it for numerous times, or solve some kind of game. He was told that the box opens a doorway to endless possibilities. Whatever they were.

David tuned on the radio, and opened the window of his car. It was the middle of the night. The road was quiet as usual. David hoped to stop somewhere, so that he could save some gas. Unfortunately, there were no gas stations, or even motels to pass by. He checked the gauge and made sure that the gas wasn't low. So far, it was pretty decent.

The radio announcer said an incoming storm was going to approach in Nebraska. The cool air blew his face. He recalled the days of having spent a good time with his family. Now, he's currently divorced due to long days of driving and selling.

Of course, David couldn't blame himself for the divorce. He reminded his wife that he had to do the job or else, he couldn't provide his family. He didn't have a choice. Now, he's alone, feeling weary of the long journey. He stared at the box.

The box had a unique design to it. How else LeMarchand came up with the idea like that? He wanted to open it. Badly. Tried many times as he might have done a few years ago, and still he couldn't open the box.

David decided to stop in the middle of the highway. He faced down the steering wheel, thinking of the old times ahead. Thinking, and thinking... What was there to think? David had nothing else to live for, except the box.

The box still sat on the front passenger seat beside him. He wished he could open it. He wished he could get out of this life, and be sent somewhere else, so that he couldn't be bothered by his irritated wife, telling him to take care of the kids, picking them up, dropping them off. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! and his boss saying "It's alright, David. I understand what you're going through. But hey! Look at the bright side. You have a long journey ahead to sell. SELL! SELL! SELL! Am I right?"

He was right. Hell yes, he was darn right. David wanted to punch his boss on the face. The bloody nose, and all the bruises in the world. Yes, David wanted to go back, face his wife, the boss, and anyone, who made his life miserable.

Then again, he missed hanging out with the kids. The kids were okay growing up without him. They were wonderful kids. No matter how much he tried to make things right in his life, he still loved them.

He was about to start his car, when he looked back at the box. He should try it again. This will be his last chance. He took the box and felt the smooth surface of it.

David sensed something coming from the box. It was sensual. He never had this feeling before. He touched certain edges of the box. Then, something clicked, and an electric feeling jump started the car, even though David had not turned the ignition on.

There was darkness. There were no stars, whatsoever. He reminded himself that he couldn't be in space. No. It was something else. He found himself in some dark maze, where all the horrible sounds were coming from. The maze had each room, designed for personal torture. David couldn't stand the sounds banging on his ears. He was still holding the box.

Is this Hell? David thought. He never believed in such things. He was an atheist, after all. David tried to open the box again, so he could go back home. But it couldn't be opened.

A dark figure and his two cohorts were approaching David. The tired-looking salesman looked back at them. He accidentally dropped the box, and was about to step back. But the figure, whose head were covered with pins raised his hand.

"We were waiting for you, David," the pin-headed figure said.

"What?" David sounded aghast. How did he know his name?

"Yes, David," the pin-headed figure said. "You may not where you are. But you are in Hell. Welcome."

David felt the sweat coming from his forehead. What was he facing here? And the two cohorts were standing beside him. One was covered with knives all over his body, and the other one had CDs jammed on his face. The sight was horrific.

"Do not be afraid, David," the pin-headed figure said. "We were human once, and we served Hell in our finest hours. The time has come for you, David. Now that you have opened the box..."

"No!" David cried out. "Please... Don't hurt me. I'll... I'll do whatever you want. Please... I have kids..."

The Pinhead and his cohorts glanced at each other, and looked straight back at the salesman.

"I can see that you're willing to work for us, David," Pinhead said. "However, you must face the torture yourself. Once that's done, we'll make you one of us."

David didn't know what to say. He had tried many times to open the box. He thought of a paradise, so that he could live in peace. But this place was no paradise at all. It was worse than that.

"Imagine the possibilities, David," Pinhead continued. "Countless souls have opened the box, and they were led to here. I know you can hear their screams. It's painful, and at the same time, pleasurable. What do you say?"

David stood still. If he tried to run away from these horrific figures, he would certainly be tortured for the rest of eternity. What choice did he have?

David had nothing else to live for, except the box.

A few days later, the police were called in to search for the missing salesman. They had found the car, stranded in the middle of the road. They called his wife, and said he wasn't in the car at the same time of his disappearance. Even the salesman's boss was notified.

It's been two months now, and the salesman was nowhere to be found. The police decided to cancel the search. Apparently, the wife didn't want to believe that David was dead. He might have been lost somewhere in Nebraska. But where, exactly?

David's belongings were brought into the household, including the box. The kids were sad to hear their father went missing for two months. They hoped that he would come back soon.

In the middle of the night, the storm was brewing outside. David's wife couldn't sleep. She had nightmares about her ex-husband being tortured and crying for help. She looked at the strange box, the last item that David was going to sell to an important client. Now, the box was hers to keep.

She took the box, feeling the edges of it. It was sensual. The wife couldn't believe her eyes. She kept touching it slowly. Yes, she felt something, but she didn't know what it was. Was it some kind of pleasure?

David felt it too. He knew that his wife had the box. Only time will tell, when she opens it. For that, David will be waiting...

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