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Benjamin and the Secret Box
There once was a boy named Benjamin, known by everyone in his neighborhood as a troublemaker. No matter what time of day, he was either pulling pranks, sneaking around, or stirring up chaos. To the neighbors, he was nothing but trouble — a boy with a wild streak and no respect for rules.
His stepparents, tired of dealing with his antics, decided to send him away for the holiday — not to a fancy camp or a relative in the city, but to someone Benjamin barely knew: Grandpa Joe, who lived in a small, faraway town.
Benjamin rolled his eyes as he got off the bus. "Great," he muttered. "Stuck with some grumpy old man all summer." But as he walked up the dirt path to Grandpa Joe's house, something caught his eye.
The place looked like it had been hit by a storm. Shutters dangled, the roof sagged, and the paint peeled in giant flakes. This didn't look like a rich man's house at all, unlike what his stepdad had once claimed. "Figures," Benjamin scoffed.
He opened the creaky door and stepped inside. Silence. Grandpa wasn't there. Curious — and a little annoyed — Benjamin explored the dusty, strange house. That's when he noticed it: a room glowing faintly at the end of the hallway.
Inside the glowing room sat a small, strange box on a pedestal, almost like it was waiting for someone.
"Weird old man probably collects junk," Benjamin said, stepping closer.
Without thinking, he pressed the bright red button on the box.
Suddenly — FLASH!
The room spun. His body felt like it was folding inward. His heart raced.
Then… silence again.
Benjamin blinked.
Everything looked… massive.
He looked at his hands. His feet. His clothes.
He was tiny. As small as a bug.
"What the hell is going on!?" he shouted, but his voice sounded high-pitched and squeaky.
He turned to find himself on top of the kitchen table, surrounded by everyday objects now towering like skyscrapers. Before he could decide what to do, a sound froze him in place:
Meow.
From the shadows leapt a huge, monstrous cat, its eyes locked on him like a toy.
Benjamin panicked.
He turned to run, but his foot slipped on a piece of paper. He screamed as he fell off the edge, crashing onto the floor with a thud. Pain shot up his leg — broken. He tried to stand, but collapsed.
The cat crept closer, its mouth open, ready to pounce.
"This is it," he whispered. "I'm going to be cat food."
Just then — a loud, terrifying bark echoed through the room.
The cat screeched and bolted.
Benjamin blinked in shock.
Standing in the doorway was a figure — small, like him — holding what looked like a tiny speaker that made the dog sound.
"Come on!" the stranger shouted. "Before it comes back!"
Benjamin stared. "Who are you?"
"No time! Let's go!"