Description: It started innocently enough. A friend of mine, Jake, who collects oddities, told me hed come across a batch of "dybbuk boxes" at an estate sale. He couldnt resist and bought the whole lot but quickly realized something was off. Strange noises, cold spots in his house, and an overwhelming sense of dread plagued him. I thought it was just his overactive imaginationuntil he asked me to take them off his hands. At first, nothing happened. They just sat in the corner of my living room, dusty and unimpressive. But then, late one night, I lost power. Every light in the house went out without warning. I fumbled for a flashlight and made my way through the darkness, but as I moved, I heard itthe sound of someone screaming. It was distant at first, barely audible, but as the minutes passed, it grew louder, angrier. It seemed to come from every direction, echoing through the walls. I couldnt sleep that night. In fact, I couldnt sleep the next few nights either. The screaming came back, always around 3 a.m., and worse still was the smell. Rotting flesh. A smell so thick it clung to my clothes and filled every room. No matter how much I cleaned or opened windows, it never went away. I began to feel sick, weak. My hair fell out in clumps, and my skin took on a grayish tone. It was then that I realized the boxes were cursed, and whatever was inside them was trying to drag me down with it. Desperate, I put the boxes up for sale online, hoping someone would take them off my hands. I didnt care about the moneyI just needed them gone. A few collectors reached out, unaware of the danger, and I sold them all, one by one. But the final box remains, sitting in my garage, untouched. Every time I try to list it, my power goes out. I hear the screams again. And that awful smell returns. I think its waiting for me. No guarantees and no returns.
Price: 35 USD
Location: Plano, Texas
End Time: 2024-11-24T03:16:45.000Z
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