[ WP ] ( from the chat room ) You find a small box with a red button while walking in the woods . You push the button . What happens ?

“ What do you think is in there? ” asked Tom. 
 
 “ How the hell would I know ” I replied, as I was looking over the box for any indication as to what we were gazing at. 
 
 While walking through my grandparent ’ s woods, trying to find the perfect campsite, my best friend Tom and I stumbled upon a box. It wasn ’ t just an ordinary box. As I held it in my hands, the weight nearly caused me to fall down with it. How could something that was smaller than a tissue box weigh so much? 
 
 “ What language is that in? It looks alien! ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t know, Tom. If I had to guess, I would say that it is probably from the Middle East or something. All I know is that I want to open it! ” 
 
 I couldn ’ t figure out how to open it. Tom had suggested that it must be some type of secret relic sort of thing, but I laughed all of that nonsense off. Why would something like that be in my grandparent ’ s woods, here in the middle of Pennsylvania? 
 
 “ Open sesame! ” 
 
 “ Shut up, Tom. This isn ’ t a cave or anyth…. ” Suddenly the box flew open. 
 
 “ I knew it would work! ” 
 
 “ My finger slipped over this button here, you idiot. Nice try, ” I said, with a scowl on my face. I really do give Tom a hard time, and he doesn ’ t deserve it. He isn ’ t the smartest guy around, but he ’ s kind hearted enough. I guess you can say that he is the type of person who usually plays the role of a doormat, and with my take charge attitude he ’ s the type of person I like to have around. I ’ ve always thought of him as my side kick in a way. Putting it all like that makes me sound like a terrible person, but it ’ s just the way it ’ s always been. We were neighbors growing up and we ’ ve been a team ever since. There always needs to be a leader of a team, right? It just so happens to be me. 
 
 We both looked into the box and before us was what looked like a small, square remote control that only had one button on it, a red button. 
 
 We had both were thinking the same thing because at the same time we both exclaimed “ Should we push it? ” 
 
 I stood in silence with the button in my hand, going over in my head what the end result of pushing it would be. It ’ s probably just a toy of some sort, so why am I putting so much thought into it? Tom broke the silence by saying “ Just push it already! What ’ s the worst that could happen? ” 
 
 “ Isn ’ t that what they say in the horror movies before something terrible happens? ” My eyes have still not left the button. Why am I so drawn to it? It ’ s like it ’ s telling me to push it, begging for it almost. 
 
 “ This isn ’ t a horror movie, dude. We are in your grandparent ’ s woods, on the outskirts of a farm town with a population of thirty-two. The biggest thing to ever happen in this area is John Phillips selling his tractor last year. Just push the stupid thing so we can get the tent set up before nightfall ”. 
 
 Tom was making a lot of sense, and that troubled me. Usually I ’ m the one making enough sense for the both of us. He was right, though. It ’ s just a stupid button, what ’ s the worst that could happen? I look up and give Tom a reassuring smile, cluing him in that I know what I ’ m doing. As soon as he gave me a smile of approval back, I pressed the red button. 
 
 Nothing happened. We waited in silence for several moments, but nothing happened. 
 
 “ What a bummer! ” Tom shrugged as he picked up the camping supplies. 
 
 “ Let ’ s go, Tom. The best spot to set up is just right up there, near the creek ”. I said as I tossed the button and we began to continue our walk. 
 
 Later that night, as we sat by the fire roasting marshmallows, Tom and I discussed what we thought the button was going to do. We both had crazy ideas as to what we hoped would happen. Tom had wished that it was a pager of sorts to a genie, who would come and grant us all sorts of wishes. My idea wasn ’ t as far-fetched as his. I explained to him that I thought it was a detonator to a bomb somewhere. 
 
 I got up to grab the graham crackers to complete the smores. Tom asked me to grab him a bottle of water while I was up. We sat by the fire, eating our treats as we discussed other possibilities of what the button could have been connected to. All the while, we were unaware of the eyes watching us on the other side of the creek. For we had unknowingly called upon this evil and awoken it from its slumber, and now it was here to feast… and sleeping for centuries makes you hungry. 

