The Cursed Pages
This was the fourth time the black book showed up in Len’s mailbox this week, and it was only Tuesday. Len rejected it each time he saw it, refusing to touch it as he grabbed his other mail and left it behind. When he closed his mailbox and opened it again it would disappear. Then, hours later, the flag on his mailbox would be raised again, and he knew what that meant. He knows the legends, he has sat through the stories about a small black book that appears on one’s doorstep or in one’s mailbox. A book that brings fame and fortune, unexpected riches at seemingly perfect times. A book that brings death and destruction too, one that causes life itself to crumble under the weight the book carries.
