I finally got a shovel (unhaunted)

2 dig as deep as I wanted

And permits for the land

Which I’d researched 4 beforehand.

I finally broke the earth,

Dug 6 feet down (for what it’s worth)

Thought about stopping to grab a ladder

But nah, I kept digging and couldn’t be gladder.

8 feet down I struck solid

An iron tube with a dated lid

And inside 10 items sealed

Over 9 hundred years ago

It seemed suspect in a country founded

Less than 7 months prior

And iron only began

Being processed and manufactured

5 weeks ago.

I opened it eagerly

Not bothering to climb out.

Immediately apparent were 3 facts.

A few of the items had disintegrated upon contact with air

A few glowed a sickly green

Leaving me with 1 item to pick up safely.

A cube made of clear solid material

With a chip in the corner

And engraved but unreachable

The word Duck.

I heard the barrel click as I turned it over

And the fight for my life began.