My girlfriend brought home a wicker basket she found in the street. Somethings come home with it. Something wants it back.

My phone vibrated violently on my desk. It was a Monday. About midday. Lockdown restrictions after Covid-19 were slowly being lifted. ?I?ve found this gorgeous wicker basket by the clothes donations. It will look great in the flat?, my girlfriend texted me. It was a nice basket. Quality material. The light wood colour would lighten up our dark flat. I couldn?t understand why people would dump perfectly good belongings outside a clothes donation area.
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She brought it back with her that afternoon and we placed it in our lounge. We just used it to store our Nintendo Switch controllers and games. It was just a small basket to keep random **** in. We didn?t really give a thought about what it had previously been used for or who it belonged to. We didn?t think about why they had gotten rid of it.
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Things were fine for about a week. The following Monday the electrics cut out. Plunged into darkness in the early evening. We called our electrician and he came out the next day. He studied the flat for about two hours. My girlfriend went out to walk through the forests and I stayed home to make sure the electrician was actually doing his job. I?d become a bit paranoid after we had hired a guy and he had stolen my girlfriend's jewellery.
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I sat in my office and there was a light knock at my door, I spun around to see the electrician standing in the doorway with a look of confusion and panic. I asked him if it was fixed. He said there was nothing there to fix. Of course, I asked him to elaborate; all the wiring for our flat was gone. Thin strips of some sort of wood were laying in their place. He had no explanation for it. I had no explanation for it. At first, I thought it was bull**** but he showed me. We moved out into a vacant apartment that had luckily become available on the floor below us. We took everything with us.
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Things were fine for about a week. We had electrics. We had water. We were happy. I awoke on Monday night to the feeling of something falling and cutting me in the face. I initially just brushed at my face and rolled over. The screeches of my girlfriend slithered into my ears. I sat bolt upright. I immediately scanned the room expecting to see an intruder. I thought I caught a glimpse of someone sprinting out of our bedroom and into the safety of the dark hallway.
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My hand snagged on something.
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I looked down and hundreds of small wooden rune-like looking things had been scattered over me and my partner whilst we slept. My girlfriend went to stay with a friend the next day. I called the police and they checked everywhere for signs of a break-in and they took a couple of wooden shapes with them for ?examination?. A couple of guys in black suits sat me down and asked me to run them through all the events that had led up to the previous night. I told them about the wooden electric wire incident. They gave me a card for some sort of psychiatrist and left.
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Things were fine for about a week. My girlfriend returned to our apartment last Friday. We were sat in the living room last night. We were watching TV. Just chilling, we liked to watch the ****ty reality shows you can find on Netflix. The electrics went out. Yet again we were plunged into darkness. I cursed under my breath. My girlfriend lit one of her fancy candles she keeps on a cabinet and handed it to me. I lit a few other ones for her and I walked off by myself to find the fuse box. All the fuses were on. There shouldn't have been any issues. I sighed. I remember thinking ?Not this **** again.?. I walked back into the lounge to rant at my girlfriend about how **** it was in this block of flats.
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She was sitting upright, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open to the point of almost dislocating. She was emitting this quiet creaking sound.
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I shook her and slapped her but she continued to be dormant. The sound of scratching made me turn around quickly. It had probably been going on for a while but I only noticed it when it made my spine shiver. I could make out the wicker basket. The candlelight flickered and danced across its light brown weave. All the contents had been thrown on the floor. One hand emerged from the basket; slowly climbing out of the basket.
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Then another hand emerged. Long dirty fingers, skeletal arms and the form of what appeared to be a decaying woman in a long dark, almost medieval-looking, dress. I threw one of the Nintendo controllers at her. I watched as it dispersed into ash before delicately brushing past her. She slowly creaked toward me. I turned back to the sofa. Where there had been flesh and blood now lay a wooden scarecrow in the form of my girlfriend.
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I wanted to scream.
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I wanted to cry.
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I couldn?t move.
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I couldn?t scream.
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I couldn?t save her.
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I felt the cold bony talons of the witch from the basket grab my face and spin it round to face her. I looked deep into her eyes. They were covered in scratches and scars; I could only just make out her bright green pupils. The smell of decay and animal **** flew out from her slightly open mouth. She leant in closer. ?Baba. Yaga?, her voice was like tiny little knives slowly slitting my eardrums. I managed to let out a scream of agony. The candles blew out.
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She vanished.
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I sat alone in our flat. My flat.
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No one remembers my girlfriend. I drove to her dad's house. He told me he didn?t ever have a child but something in his eyes saddened at the mention of her. I tried phone books, newsletters, banks and any available document that could have the mention of her name. There was nothing. All pictures with the two of us now only contained me. All I have of her is the memory and the feeling that something has been ripped from my very essence.
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I am getting rid of the wicker basket today. There's a bunch of bins for recycling and old clothes on the outskirts of town.
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I?ll get rid of it there.


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