A man was standing in a graveyard. It was midnight and, unsurprisingly, silent. There was also an uneasy feeling to it.
The man wore a suit, had red hair, and sharp eyes that felt worn out. He also had many piercings, like in his ears and lips. His hair was messy and he had this serious and depressed look on his face.
He was standing in front of a grave. It was his wife's grave. He was just standing there, his face in pain and sadness. He had a quiet moment of grief before slowly heading to the exit of the graveyard.
But as he was about to exit, he noticed a suitcase half-buried in the ground. It was surprisingly clean and didn't look that old, and it was in an awkward place—just barely not getting in the way of people but definitely noticeable.
The man in the suit, Ronx, was strangely attracted to this suitcase for some reason. He approached the suitcase and lifted it up. He observed it, noticing its cleanliness despite being half-buried in the ground.
The suitcase was unusually heavy and its material had an uneasy texture to it. It was black and looked like one of those old suitcases, and it was also decently small; he was able to hold it with one hand. Not only that, but the suitcase could not be opened. There was no zipper or any lock.
"I guess I'll keep it with me," Ronx whispered. His voice had a lack of emotion.
He then left the graveyard with the suitcase and was now walking through a forest, since the graveyard was in one.
After a couple of minutes, he reached the road and sat in his car, starting it up and then driving to his home. He placed the suitcase in the backseat and quietly drove to his house, which was twenty minutes away from the graveyard.
Throughout the drive, he kept looking back at the suitcase, not really sure why he brought it with him. Maybe he was just curious about it? Maybe he felt attached to it? He wasn't sure.
Within twenty minutes, he was already in his house, resting on the couch, the suitcase near him.
After a little while of watching TV, he turned it off and decided to try to cut the suitcase, despite it having no zipper or lock or anything similar. He decided to cut it open with scissors, but when that didn't work, he tried a knife. When the knife didn't work, he tried kicking it and opening it with brute force.
Nothing worked on the suitcase. It was invincible.
After a little moment of thinking, he gave up and continued on with his day. After watching TV for a few hours straight, it was 2 AM, and he was feeling slightly tired and exhausted, so he decided to sleep in his room. However, as he entered the room, he saw the Suitcase already lying on the bed.
He was slightly confused. "I don't remember putting the Suitcase there... Am I just imagining things?"
But he was too tired to care, so he put the suitcase on the couch and instantly went to sleep.
The next morning, he woke up fresh but still extremely upset since his wife had just recently died. He just stared at the empty side of the bed, which was completely untouched. He let out a small sigh.
He then went to the washroom, and after flushing the toilet, he washed his face and stared into the mirror, noticing his depressed look.
After that, he went downstairs to watch more TV as he had nothing better to do in life. However, before he could, the doorbell rang.
Ronx scratched his hair with one hand. "Tsk, how annoying," he whispered to himself.
He then opened his door and saw a man in a suit, similar to the one he wore yesterday.
"Do you need something?" Ronx asked after seeing the man standing in complete silence, his face serious.
"Have you seen someone holding a suitcase around here?" the man asked in a serious tone.
Ronx was suspicious of the question and knew he would be in trouble if he told the truth, so he decided the best option would be to lie. "No, I do not," Ronx said in a very believable way.
The man's eyes sharpened."Are you sure?"
"Yes," Ronx said, his voice having a hint of annoyance behind it.
The man smiled. "Very well, I am sorry for disturbing you." The man then left peacefully without another word.
Ronx then instantly closed the door, now even more suspicious of the Suitcase."Is it really that important?" he thought to himself.
He then decided to hide the suitcase, so he rushed to his room, but to his surprise, the man was sitting on his bed casually as if it were his home.
This man's name was Alex. He had blonde hair that reached his jawline. He seemed to be the serious type.
"What the fuck?! How did you even get here?" Ronx angrily asked him, startled by the intrusion into his home.
"No need to be so aggressive, mister. More importantly, you had the suitcase...meaning you lied and lies have consequences" the man threatened Ronx, slightly smiling.
Ron grabbed a gun and aimed it at Alex, his hands slightly trembling. "I'll kill you!"
"I'll leave but I will be taking the suitcase with me, if you don't mind of course" Alex said, standing up while holding the suitcase, a smirk appearing on his face.
"Leave before I shoot your brains out" Ronx said, his voice a mix of fear and anger.
"I will be getting out of here, but remember that lying has major consequences" Alex said with a slight smirk.
Ronx had enough of him and shot at him but he suddenly disappeared before the bullet could reach him.
He froze, his mind not being able to process what he just saw. "Did...he just disappear?"
He had always thought that magic or tricks like that were impossible.
This wasn't some random fiction story, it was reality. People can't disappear like that. After a long time of thinking and questioning everything he knew about life, he went outside for a quick smoke, dismissing it as an hallucination.