***Hanoi, Vietnam-1984***

Phuong- LEE.....LEE!!! Come here. Come here look what I found! His nickname echoed across the waterfront.

Bao- cái gì thế? *What's the matter*

The tall slender boy with the short black hair eyed his friend by the side of the One Pillar Pagoda. As he watched his friend digging under the plants he found her at a stop.

Bao- Phuong, what is it?

He saw the look on her face as she tugged at something that was in the ground. It had letters on it as if it was some kind of anceint foreign calligraphy. She blew the dirt off it's surface. Phuong admired the incriptions that beheld pictures and words all over it. But she couldn't understand what it said or most of all what it meant.

Lại đây! She shouted which meant 'come here'. She fanned her hands to signal him to hurry.

'kʌmiɳ (Coming)

He jogged barefoot and stood over her broad shoulders. "Ahhh what beauty it has. What is it?"

She spoke in her native language with a reply. "I don't know exactly but look at how old it looks. I can't even describe how old it probably is. Or even where it came from."

"Ooh let me see." She spun the metal box around in her hands admiring all six sides of the object.

"Hmmm it seems to have been tarnished." He took the item out of her soiled covered hands. "It's like it used to be pure silver or something...........hey look! It moves!" When he moved one side of the box by turning it a rush of wind startled him with the spray of water churning up spalshing his face softly from under the dock.

Phoung looked around exploring the sudden change of weather in the sky. Slight darkness and a vigorous amount of airstream encountered the two friends. "Stop that! You're scaring me!"

Phuong turned her face around looking at the sky. "It's bewitched Bao STOP IT!!! I'm scared now"

Bao just smiled and grinned while moving the box in all certain ways and combinations. Then he heard a loud click. The box that he held glowed with a blue-green color that spilled through the cracks, pictures and letters and it started to assemble itself in another order automatically.

Phuong watched astonished. With her eyes as wide as they could go. The water below their very feet was churning much faster and the wind began to clash her feet and body across the Pagoda to where she fell where she once stood. Bao was untouched by the breeze or water as if it was twisting and spinning around him. Bao tried to let go of the box but all he could do was scream because he was still standing in place. His hands was stuck and glued to the sides of the box until the most unexplained thing had happened.

Light blue hands and elongated figures escaped through the top and grabbed at Bao's body. Pieces bagan to deteriorate before his friend's eyes. Red started to spin around where the water and wind was and Bao started to yell as loud as a famale would. Shrieks of pain escaped from his mouth when no one could do anything. Then all was left was his face and it started to tear from down up to where his mouth looked as long as Phoung's arm. She could see the black from the back of his mouth and his eyes looked beady from the top when his mouth as his head was still being stretched. His scream started to get deeper as if a demon was escaping from hell finding this situation amusing. The red began to get darker to where all Phoung could see was the shadow of his face then a loud rip occured along with the wind's whistle dissapearing as the box fell where the boy formerly stood.

All Phoung could do was breathe heavily and her eyes were still wide with shock. Then the red substance fell above the box making a splash sound with no Bao. She crawled over to the fluid with panic. That liquid was no water..........