Working for the church had always been one of your biggest aspirations in life. You'd been extremely interested in theology and the history of religion your entire life, and now you finally got the opportunity to make it a career. You had recently become a pastor, and you couldn't be more excited about it.

One of the many tasks for a pastor was handling all personal donations made directly to the church. Clothes and food and other small items could be dropped off to be sorted at all times, but more specific faith-based items and iconography would be handled by the pastor specifically. Today was one such case, where a rather unique item had been dropped off with no return instructions, addressed to the pastor personally.

An ornate wooden jewelry box, the blackened color wood unidentifiable, that was what it looked like at least. It was old, that much was obvious, and intricate carvings lined the matte black of the material. It looked creepy, and it almost exuded an unsettling aura. No wonder the pervious owner didn't want it anymore.

The box had come from an anonymous donation, addressed specifically to the pastor by name, to the church. Something like this unnerving box could only be guarded by a holy figure.

It sat in your room for a few days, almost begging you to pay it attention with that unsettling presence. So one night, you finally did just that, and you opened it. You were confused at first, as the box was completely empty! Whatever this was, maybe an elaborate prank, was just an empty box. That is, until you heard the echoes of laughter from either your room or head. Whatever had been in the box, now it was attached to your soul.