The Breadbox From Hell

Her alarm had already gone off four times and she had hit snooze every time. It was going off for the fifth time now. She would have hit the snooze button again, but after the fourth time it doesn’t let you and she had to just turn it off and get out of bed.

She threw off her covers and stepped into her cozy, pink slippers so her feet wouldn’t get cold when she stepped on the tile outside her room and in the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen and opened her cupboard. Dang it. No cereal. There was not enough time to prepare breakfast before she had to go the church. She opened the fridge. Nothing there either except for a carton of plain yogurt, which she only liked when it was mixed with cereal.

Then she noticed a breadbox on the counter. That’s new. Wonder where it came from. No matter. She opened it and found a loaf of whole grain bread. She opened the bag and pulled out a slice, which dissolved in her hand. In its place was a note. Meet me in your chapel ten minutes before church.

What was going on? Her cell phone rang. She ignored it. She stared at the note, frustrated that the ringing of her cell phone was distracting her thoughts. The phone finally stopped ringing and then there was a beep notifying her of a voicemail. She stared at the note. She just kept staring. Her cell phone beeped four times. A text message. Shaking, she walked to her room. The cell phone was on her nightstand and it was the only thing lighting the room. Stepping over a few pairs of shoes, she walked over to the nightstand and checked her missed calls and texts. Four missed calls and eight texts all from her roommate. She was too lazy to take the time to listen to the voicemails but she read all the texts.

What did u do 2 the breadbox. lol! ; ) ill def meet u after my meetings.

where ru

not funny.

breadbox

cant breathe

rate of!

[blank]

bye 4ever

After this, she had to listen to the voicemails. But all of them were just silence. She wasn’t sure what was going on but she had a feeling she should not do what that note said. Instead, she showed up ten minutes late for church.

Her roommate missed church. Her roommate never missed church.

After church, she walked home hoping to find her roommate asleep on the couch. Maybe complaining of a stomachache to excuse her church absence. But that’s not what she found when she walked in.

“You’re next” was written using pieces of bread and stuck to the wall. She felt like she was frozen. Green gas started coming out of the breadbox and enveloping her. She was suffocating. She fell to her knees and then the only thing left of her was an envelope of skin.

That’s when the breadbox turned into a pile of ashes and swirled away. It returned from whence it came: hell.