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” The mysterious box”, was what we called the box that contained the weekly challenge.
Each week should one of us pull of a challenge, and this week it was my turn. I opened the box, rummaged around a bit in it and picked out a note.
Carefully I opened up the note, my eyes reeded the words, and not a second passed before my face was completely frozen. I looked up at the others in the group and I did not know what to say.
It was completely quiet for a few seconds, before I read out what the note said. Commit a murder, it said.
The others just looked at me and smiled at the same time they sat the clock to 168 hours. I now had 168 hours to think about the perfect plan, commit a murder, get rid of the body and hope that I will never be discovered.
The thoughts were running around, I accepted the challenge and drove home where the planning immediately began.
I knew there was a party at Bogeys the following Friday. The plan was laid, I would commit a murder on Friday at Bogeys.
The plan was: Find one of the indigenous peoples, kidnap the person, drive away, kill, get rid of the body and hope I would never be discovered.
The following Friday…
During the day I became more and more nervous about the consequences of the challenge I had drawn.
My palms were sweating, my muscles were tense, and I had a constantly restlessness in my body. It was like I didn’t know what to make off with myself.
However, if the challenge was not resolved, there would be a consequence in terms of me having to be brandished on my wrist and have to have a stitch in the upper arm, all without any kind of pain killer.
The knife was already ready and were laying clean on the table, together with some leather gloves, and the borrowed car was staying out in the driveway.
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