“Murday. That’s the name that was written on the box. My dad and I were digging to make a new foundation in the yard, and that’s when I found it. Sitting there, not even two feet in the ground, was a small cardboard box with the name Murday written on one of the top flaps.
I didn’t want to tell my dad about the box for fear he might discard it, so I took it out of the ground and ran inside. Curiosity and excitement ran through my head. I couldn’t wait to see what was inside.
I got to my room and sat on the bed, getting more and more excited. Finally, I opened the box. At first I was confused because the box had nothing but dirt inside. But then I shifted through the dirt and found things that were utterly disgusting. Inside the box were several dead birds, heads severed and wings twisted in ways I don’t even want to describe.
I didn’t want to search through the box anymore, but something kept pushing me to continue. I shifted through some more and found a document. It read: ‘My name is Murday, and I have buried this box in hopes that someone will find it and bring my memory back to life. I have buried several boxes like this all over the country so my memory will live on thorough them. If you are reading this, please spread the memory of me. Don’t let me fade away.’
I was shocked when I read this. Millions of thoughts rushed through my head. Who was this Murday? I can’t get him out of my mind. I can’t let his memory fade away. I won’t. I’ll find the boxes and bring the memory of Murday back to life.”
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