[ WP ] While cleaning your attic , you find a box of glass balls with names on them . You accidentally drop one , and as soon as it shatters , a person appears .

“ Shit. Goddammit. Fucknuggets. ” These words were failing to make the countless shards disappear, so I turned to descend the miniature staircase and fetch a broom. I didn ’ t even know why I ’ d decided to go through the attic. I rarely go in there. Maybe five or six times since I ’ d moved in here. I should ’ ve left it a mess for the people who have to clean up after me once I die. I was surviving just fine with a dirty, dusty attic. And now I couldn ’ t ignore the glass, because I ’ d possibly need to wander around looking for something in the future, or my beneficiaries would have to do that, and I wouldn ’ t want any of us to get a piece of glass stuck in our heels. That wouldn ’ t be nice. It had gone everywhere. At least twenty minutes would be wasted finding all of it. I didn ’ t even remember seeing that box before in my life. When did I inherit a collection of giant anal beads? 
 
 Before I ’ d even taken a second step, a diseased cough erupted behind me. A burglar? Two? Three? No, people don ’ t rob in teams that big. How did he or they get in? I resolved to flee into the main house, but I just had to catch a quick glimpse of him or them first. I turned, reflexively lifting my elbow to cover my own face. 
 
 His small feet were planted at the exact spot where the ball had hit the floor. As I stared, his coughs diminished to labored, pathetic wheezes. He did not dodge my gaze, though he did squint, due to the dust, or the effort of breathing, or he had lost a contact, I couldn ’ t tell. He was lean and only an inch or so taller than me. Pale, not remarkably so, but for some reason I believed he was supposed to be darker. Clearly young. College young or high school young, I also couldn ’ t tell. Not a hint of stubble. His hair was a mess. He was as frightened as I imagined I looked. There was no gun. No pocketknife. He didn ’ t have any pockets to conceal them, either. He was stark naked. I ’ d been looking at him for longer than I ’ d intended. I turned again for the stairs and was stopped dead in my tracks by his words. “ Help me break the other ones. Please. ” 

