this happened to me a while ago >be me, 27 >Belfast, Northern Ireland >it's picking day >start by going to usual Saturday car boot sale >haggle an old lady for an old sheathed knife for 5, add it to my bag of other knick-knacks >jump into car and travel about 45mins outside of my local area to an old corner shop that has recently closed >the current owner recently died and her son gave me permission to look about and take anything that was left there >this small building has been around from the late 1800's and has always been some sort of shop as far as far as I know >excited to rummage through and see what I can find >when I get there the first things I find are old Coca-Cola items from roughly late 40's or 50's including a rotating display thing and what looked like a branded gas cylinder with valves and shit >get these items into the car and continue looking for a few other bits and pieces >hear a car pull up >go outside and see a two old dudes who say they are here to do maintenance >say they have been maintaining this building for over 20 years, whatever let them work away >whilst rummaging I see an attic door that has been sealed shut with loads of oddly big nails and ask the workers about it >say they have never been allowed up there, get intrigued >the previous owner is dead so who's gonna stop me having a look >grab a torch and a claw hammer from the car and start working the nails out >takes about half an hour because there are so many and are so big and embedded in for who knows how long >finally get the last nail out and push the door up >get a face full of dust but don't care because this is a pickers dream >drop the hammer and grab the knife I just bought because who knows what the fuck is living up there >put my head up and shine the torch around >lots of things covered in tarps and sheets thereisaghostunderoneimsureofit.jpg >see some old signage sticking out the end of one of the sheets and start getting excited >climb up all the way but have to bend my head because it's pretty cramped >make a beeline straight to the signs and my wishes are true, lots of very old signs for things like Pepsi-Cola, shop signs, bread & water signs etc. >lower them down to the floor below and as I'm doing this I hear a thump but assume I have dislodged something in my haste to get the signs down >once finished I start removing the tarps slowly because they are thick with dust >most of them are old cashiers, old shelving and chairs etc. >one tarp catches my attention, while all the other tarps are white and covered in thick grey dust, this particular one had absolutely no dust on it >it looked like its covering a chest or trunk or something and when I uncover it, sure enough I'm right >this doesn't look like your average chest, it is covered in strange writings and symbols that on closer inspection look to be scratched or carved into it >looks like Arabic mixed with hieroglyphics and has a strange looking padlock thing securing it >roughly 1 metre wide by half a metre high >itshammertime.mkv >jump to the floor below and grab the hammer ready to smash this fucker open >when I touch the padlock with the hammer I feel a pain travel up my arm and feel as if someone has shoved me to the ground >freak the fuck out and jump back down below where I sit shaking trying to recover >look at my arm and there are red marks from my hand right up to my shoulder that looked like lightning >fades away after 10 minutes or so >when I have composed myself! slowly go back up and grab my tools and throw them down below >tentatively uncover the rest of the items, while avoiding the chest, but there's no other strange items and not much else of interest >take one of the old cashiers and load it into my car with the other items Ive found >decide if I should take the weird box or not, seen my fair share of films that have cursed items in them and decide I'd rather not die so I nope the fuck out of there >close the door and put 4 or 5 nails back in just to securely hold it >the workers have been in the small garden/car park area for the past while trimming back the trees, >ask if found anything interesting, nah, just a couple of signs and a cashier >leave the place still slightly unnerved >get back home and try to research anything about cursed boxes while deciding if I should go back and try to open it >decide to leave it for a while and go back with a buddy in a couple of months >try and get back during the summer if can and update you