No way!

“Ok Amy, HA-HA,” you shout out. “Really funny. Now come out here this instant!”

Silence was all that answered you and your only company was the filthy looking trunk.

“Oh fuck this,” you say, turning to leave. “I’m going home, Amy. Water your own plants!”

“Please don’t leave!”

You twirl around in surprise, scanning the room for the source of the voice. “Who said that?”

“I’m in here!” The voice continues. “I can’t get out unless someone opens the outside latch!”

To your horror, you realize that the voice is coming from the grimy box. All the late night horror movies where the second lead actress gets torn apart by a disgusting monster begin playing in your head. But the voice you hear sounded genuinely ****. Of course the devil was **** to get out of hell too.