The Haunted Dybbuk Box

The whole saga began when I was at the reading of my grandmother’s Will, and as the sole heir of her estate, I did not have to fight with any siblings or relatives because no one was living. I was very excited about the farm because my great grandmother owned a thousand acre farm located in our hometown which is a profitable farm due to the vineyard which has been there for over a century in our family. More so, I have not only worked closely with my grandmother during her ailing years but also I was her hope and rock through all the challenging times until when she was laid to rest. As I sat there and listened to the man reading the Will I was determined to not just sell the farm and take the money like anyone else would have that didn't care about their loved one in their passing. I was going to make sure that our family name would live on. My grandmother would turn over in her grave if she knew that I would just sell the farm and put it into the wrong hands like a money hungry contractor to plow over all this hard work and put a bunch of cheaply built real estate on the land.

But she knows me better than that and knew I would do the right thing with my inheritance. She also seen all the energy and love I put into the farm and vineyard that if anything were to happen to her she knew I would keep it going until my dying day.

After the reading of the Will it was time to continue on and hire a few more workers to keep the vineyard producing our signature wine and build a more modern looking winery to bring more wealthy people from all over the U.S.

Luckily my grandmother wasn't careless with the fortune that the vineyard was bringing in so I could continue on for as long as I can.

The first few months were a little hectic because I was so used to my grandmother handling the finances and the hiring. I decided to man up and enroll in a nearby college and take the necessary classes online to make sure I was clear on the business side of things. I was so used to all the dirty work with making sure the vineyard was healthy that I kind of took things for granted that my grandmother was doing on her end. I never asked her if I could help with the business side of things so I just did my thing not thinking the day would come when my grandmother would leave this earth, and leave me this heavy task to take on all by myself but here I am, and I'm not going to let her down.

One night as I was looking through the attic I stumbled upon this old dusty Dybbuk box and was curious as to why there was a lock on it. There was also some strange writing on the box but I thought the box was cool, and that I could refinish it like new. I wasn't able to ask my grandmother about the box let alone where she kept the key. I decided I would just have to go outside to the barn and get my lock cutter and see what was inside. When I arrived back at the attic with the cutter the atmosphere was heavy but I didn't think too much about it and cut the lock off not knowing that was going to be the biggest mistake of my life.

I'm not a superstitious kind of person by all means but that was about to change the moment I cut the lock off and opened the cabinet doors. Well here goes, as I opened the doors thinking maybe it was the original recipe to our first wine recipe or maybe it's something of more importance, but there was nothing but a foul odor and a mist. I was a little disappointed but since I still liked the box because of its intricate work I would still like to bring it back to its original beauty.

As I was sanding the box I heard a low growl outside the barn which kind of spooked me even more because it was getting dark outside and I'm a little scared of the dark. All of a sudden I heard that growl again which made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. So, I grabbed a flashlight off the workbench and went outside to investigate, but as I shined the flashlight all around the barn there was nothing so I went back inside to finish the work on the box. As I was finishing up the work I noticed from my peripheral vision a dark figure walking past the entrance of the door.

This was just the beginning of what Kevin would experience.