The Box (Part 2)
“Well normally after school, Timmy gets tutored by his teacher,” Mrs. Shugger explained to the police the night he disappeared. “He would have left the school building no later than 5, and he normally comes straight home. He’d be here by 5:30 at the latest.”
“And it gets dark between 6 and 6:30,” police officer Gurt said, almost to himself.
It was half past ten at that point, and no one yet knew about the cube on the school’s front lawn. Four police officers stood in the Shuggers’ home, taking notes, looking around, and talking to the parents, as well as Timmy’s sister, Moona.
Officer Gurt and his partner then went to the home of Miss Yarris, the teacher who was tutoring Timmy. They apologized for waking her up so late at night, asked her about the evening and her session with Timmy, and took notes.
“It was normal!” she said. “We just went over math processes, showing his work, and some reading practice. He ran out the door right at 5, I finished up some things and went out the back door to my car and came home.”
“Did Timmy exit out the front door toward the lawn?” asked Gurt.
“Yes, that’s the way toward his home. I admit I didn’t watch him leave, I was just focused on my last tasks of the day. I’m sorry, officer, I should have paid more attention to him, but he always runs out and gets home safely, so I thought nothing of it.”
“That’s ok,” Gurt replied. “We are just trying to get all the details and find Timmy. You’re not in any sort of trouble.”
“I really wish I could be of more help, officers. But the last I saw of Timmy he was rushing out the door of my classroom.”
“Was anyone else in the building when you left, Miss Yarris?”
“No, I think I was the last one.”
They thanked her for her time and left.
In the afternoon of the second day after the box was found, Principal Hairbear was on the phone with the chief of police.
“I don’t care about the cost!” he yelled into the phone. “Get this thing off of school property! Destroy it if you have to!”
An hour later, several police officers stood around the cube with axes and hammers. One stepped up and took a swing. It bounced off so fast it nearly bounced right back into the face of the cop. They didn’t try a second swing.
An hour after that, after most of the students had cleared out from the building, they had wired dynamite at the base of the cube. It was to the side of it, so it would blow any debris away from the school.
The officers ran to the far side of the building and pressed the charger. They felt the boom and waited for the smoke and falling dirt bits to clear, then went to look at it.
A five-foot hole had been blown into the earth, but the cube did not have a scratch. It now sat slightly tilted toward the hole at its side where the earth had been blown away, with some white streaks painted across it from the nitroglycerin, but it was undamaged.
That night, long after everyone had left, the side of the box opened again.
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