The man stared at the briefcase lying on his desk, wondering if his visitor would dare to open it, and wake what slept within.
If that little green man was the only thing that slept within, the man would have thumbed in the combination, and clicked open the clasps. He would have been already smiling as he lifted the lid and caught a glimpse of the little toy that his little daughter had put in there for him.
But just the memory of the whispered warnings was enough to prickle the hairs on the back of his neck. The most frightening words were the first ones.
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