I had just moved out of home and into my late Grandmother's house - I had inherited it. The house was quite big but it was still filled with Grandma's old, eccentric stuff. Mum had suggested holding a car boot sale to get rid of it but I had protested that I got to choose what I chucked and what I kept. I mean, some of this stuff was pretty cool and is probably worth a fortune.
So, one day I started shifting through a large pile of stuff near the fire place. Something caught my eye - a ceramic jar with intricate carvings and ancient looking symbols sitting on the mantelpiece. I stood up and carefully picked up the jar and oddly, I heard whispering. It seemed to be coming from the jar. "Open me... Please... It's your fate, your destiny.... Do it!" The voice was tempting, soft and made me feel drawn to it. Like a siren's singing.
My hand slowly crept up towards the lid of the jar, temptation rising. My instincts kicked in, and I snatched my hand away, and put the jar back on the mantelpiece.
Then I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of a crack in the mantelpiece, I took it out and started reading. It was from my Grandmother. It read:
'Dear Molly,
If you are reading this then I have passed away and you have moved into my house. This is a warning. Do NOT, under any circumstances open that jar on the mantelpiece. In the end, what's inside it will take over you, cause you to do things you'd never even think about doing. It will bring you misery and pain and its irreversible.'
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