James pulled the box into the light, suprised at the weight of it. The box was nothing special, just like him, it was two feet long and about a foot and a half wide, waterstained and fading, it smelled faintly of mildew, it smelled like the rest of the house, it looked like it belonged in the house and yet, James knew that there was something different about it. He could feel it, in his hands, which were shaking as he reached for the flap, his whole body felt electrified, like he was standing on a live wire, goosbumps covered his arms though he was sweating. His fingers brushed the box, the normal and yet somehow special box and he shivered. He closed his eyes and opened the box, not knowing what to expect. He opened his eyesand what stared back at him was a collection of records. It took him a few seconds to realize what they were because in the age of the MP3 and cds, who owned records anymore? He was about to close the box back up, annoyed at finding nothing but useless outdated technology when he realized