A wooden chest

Maisie grabbed the phone and reluctantly walked back to her room, each time her bare feet took another step she felt heavier and heavier as if they were started to transform into lead. Her room looked just as she had left it, which only made it more terrifying now knowing what had taken place last night. This place was meant to be her safe place, her haven. Now it had been desecrated; stripped bare of its features. No matter how familiar it looked, Maisie now felt like she was in unknown territory.

She took a deep, shaky breath before kneeling down and digging her arm beneath the bed, fishing for whatever horror laid waiting for her until it bumped against what felt like smooth, expensive wood. With some difficulty, she pulled the object to her until her eyes were met with a box made of black wood, reminding Maisie of a rustic chest if it had been modernized to fit well in a wealthy home rather than an old castle.

The nervous actress called out to the phone she'd left atop the bed. "I've got it. What now?"

"Well done, Ms. Williams. You have permission to open it, then wait for further instructions."