@HerShadowBroker - need your help. Since you said that nothing would shock you. I think that box was possessed, and I think whatever came with it, is still i.. in my house."
Tammy whimpered again, but this time it was tangled with soft moan. "Please, I will do anything, -
@HerShadowBroker — had taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom by herself, which was fine since she typically worked at night anyways.
Her voice was wavering, her tone as if she was going to cry as a soft whimper left her lips. "Hi, uh, it's Tammy. You said I could call if I needed?"
@HerShadowBroker — after reading what was inscribed on the bottom of the box.
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It was about midnight when she made the phone call. She thought that whatever was.. bothering her, would have gone away when the box left her home, but she was definitely wrong.
She —
@HerShadowBroker - need to get this appraised. It has a lot of bad family history behind it and I really don't want it in my house. Don't know why they gave it to me in the first place," she lied, and boy, was she good at it.
@HerShadowBroker - leave with it.
"I.. I'm sorry to barge in here," she spoke softly, and sweetly, like she always did. She was just a soft suburban housewife to most people (everyone but Debbie, really), and she could sense that the woman thought otherwise of her. "I just -
@BedlamThief — children’s half eaten food.
“Debbie?” She asked quietly, purely so her children wouldn’t hear. They tended to repeat her every word, and she didn’t need questions about her past.
“I’m… a bit busy. I’ve got kids now, and I don’t have time for, well, anything.”
@BedlamThief An unknown phone number popping up on her screen was not unusual to her, considering her.. hobbies. So she didn’t even think twice before answering.
When that voice came through the receiver though? Her breath audibly hitched, hands nearly dropping the plate of her —