Me and my friends, fresh out of college, early 20s, decided to travel around and go crazy on the continents. When this happened, we were in Amsterdam. Very few times then was I ever sober, and even fewer did I act like it. Maybe that’s why I went alone that morning. I met a guy in a café, while my friends were still asleep. We chatted it up, but I don’t remember much about him. Only that he asked me a favor and offered a large amount of money. Not thinking correctly, I accepted without asking what the favor was. He left and gave me the money before I could ask. I didn’t see him in Amsterdam after that. I decided to keep the money and not spend it, just in case we ran into each other and he wanted it back. After I left Amsterdam (still no sign of the guy), I got a job. I bought a tiny home with my own money (not the favor money), and eventually a year passes. Then two. Three. It took a while before I decided it was safe to spend some of the favor money, so I bought myself a bigger house. Life was going smoothly, until one day, a package arrived. It was a coffin. Etched on it was the words, ‘DO NOT OPEN.’ It had thick metal chains around it, a key, and a lock. I didn’t smell anything out of the sort, so I decided it must have been empty. Assuming that this was the favor, I placed it in my living room. A few months passed, so if anything was in it, it would have been dead. One morning, I placed my drink on it. It started rattling and groaning. I took it off, and it stopped. I slowly placed it back on, and it started rattling and groaning once again. I didn’t dare place my cup on the coffin again. It rattled and groaned when it rained as well, so I got earplugs and stayed in my room when it rained. Then, the strangest thing started happening. I was sleepwalking. I know, I know, sleepwalking is quite normal, but I had never sleepwalked before. And every time I woke up, I always had the key to the coffin in my hand. One time I woke up, about to open the coffin. To prevent this, I placed the key in a bowl of water, and placed it in the freezer so it was stuck in the ice. This worked, but I still woke up, desperately trying to scratch the key out of the ice. It honestly scared me, so just to be safe, I hid it in the back of the freezer. When this ended, the man from Amsterdam came back. He had two delivery men with him. I don’t know why, but he looked shocked to see me there. As if he expected me to be… dead. I knew they were here for the coffin, so I smashed the ice and gave them the key. Told ‘em the coffin was in the living room. I didn’t want to follow them, so I stayed put. They left to get it, and I heard a scream. What came back was the two delivery men (who were unfazed, their faces neutral), the coffin, but the man from Amsterdam was missing. They just left without saying a word. And no, the man from Amsterdam was not in my house after the delivery men and the coffin left. (DISCLAIMER: this did not actually occur to me, I am just retelling an episode of The Magnus Archives, a horror podcast. All credits to them, I just paraphrased it. The episode is titled “MAG 2 Do Not Open”. Please listen to this podcast, it’s amazing.)