In this corner, I sit. This is just a fraction of my long life although it could turn into eternity. An eternity of sitting. But, it is doubtful, this place will turn to dust, just as others before. Still, this time here has been… less than pleasant. They come into the room, almost everyday they come. Different faces, yet at the same time they are identical. They bump into me , lean on me, touch me. But they never open me. Pure torture. I sit here in this chest in a corner of a room. Thousands pass by, but only a few see me. Those who do run.
Then he came. He was tall, had unusually pale skin, and dark brown hair. He was bored. He wasn't listening to what his guide was saying. He was susceptible.
I whispered in his ear. I promised him great things. I told him to release me. To my surprise, he did not run. He listened. And I knew I had him. I coaxed him toward the chest in the corner of the room. I told him to admire the intricate carvings in the chest. I gave him the knowledge he needed to release me.
With the words he needed on his lips and a dazed look in his eyes, he opened the chest. He released me.
I was absolutely overcome with euphoria. Five hundred years trapped in that prison. Five hundred years wasted. In comparison to the years I walked this earth, my imprisonment was inconsequential. Still, it was painful. Then, it was over.
His guide was berating him. They did not see me. I had not yet revealed myself. The guide paused, feeling an unusual chill in the air. I slipped closer to her, and let myself be seen. The room was soon full of screaming A delightful sound, a music which few could appreciate.
One was not afraid. The one who had released me. I asked him, “What is it you seek?”
“Power,” he said.
I considered his request, I knew how to grant his wish. I slithered closer to him, and I touched his forehead.
He soon began to wither up. Within a second his body was a husk, his life force gone. He was part of me now. He had ultimate power. Like he wanted.
The screams had reached a crescendo now. One by one, they were silenced. When i was done, the room was devoid of life. I left that place then, that horrible place. I would not allow myself to be contained again.
Slowly, I drifted back to reality. I was still in the chest in the corner of the room. A passing daydream was all it was. I am still trapped in this place, Val-Kill. The place where influential people have walked, where people have slowly undone the evil I have put in this world. The ultimate agony.
In this chest, with beautiful carvings, in the corner of a bedroom, by the window in Val-Kill, I wait. I wait to be released. I wait to cause chaos. I wait for someone. Someone to free me. Soon, I will undo the good that has been done by the woman that slept in this room. The woman who did not see me. Soon.