The old wooden toy chest sits against the wall. In a peculiar way, it appears even older than it did before. Dark crimson stains leak from the top, as if it were overflowed with an inky red liquid. You notice the initials “E M” have been etched onto the side towards the bottom. Inside, you find Elsie’s stuffed bunny and the oracle board.
You pick up the worn and weathered stuffed animal. A dark stain is splattered across the toy, and you feel a heaviness in your heart as you stare at the artificial plaything. The pocket watch that adorned its neck is gone, and you no longer feel the presence of Elsie.
You lift the board from the toy chest, and the smell of burnt oak permeates the air. Several burn marks now adorn the board, which is warm to the touch.
