A Strange Box on the Highway
It was early morning, the kind of shift where the road stretched empty for miles. I drove in silence, scanning the horizon, when something unusual caught my eye.
Right there, in the far right lane, sat a white box. Out of place. Too clean, too deliberate.
At first, I thought it was some kind of prank. But the questions hit me all at once—who left it here, why, and most importantly… what was inside?
Calling for Backup
I braked hard, the tires screeching as I pulled over a few meters ahead. My heart beat faster than it should have.
I reached for the radio.
— “This is Unit 12. I’ve got a situation. There’s a box—white, solid—right in the middle of the highway. Requesting backup.”
Static buzzed before the voice came back.
— “Unit 12, are you sure it’s not just cargo that fell off a truck?”
I shook my head, eyes fixed on the odd silhouette.
— “No, it doesn’t feel right. Send someone over.”
The Silent Wait
I stepped out of the cruiser. The air was cool, the highway eerily quiet. The box looked untouched, its surface faintly scratched as if dragged across the asphalt. No footprints, no tire marks. Just emptiness.
Minutes passed before flashing lights appeared in the distance. Another patrol car pulled up, and two officers joined me.
One of them squinted.
— “What the hell is that doing here?”
The other tapped the lid with his knuckles.
— “Heavy… definitely something inside.”
We exchanged a look. The right thing to do was wait for forensics. But something in me—call it instinct—pushed me to open it right then and there.
The Box Opens
“Careful,” my partner muttered.
I crouched down, gripped the metal handle, and pulled. The hinges groaned. Slowly, the lid gave way.
The moment I looked inside, my breath caught. My partner staggered back, his face pale.
No fabric. No wreaths. Just rows of black plastic bags, stacked tightly together. One had ripped, and a stream of white powder spilled onto the bottom of the box.
— “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he whispered.
I exhaled, pulling out my camera.
— “Looks like we just uncovered someone’s operation.”
The Truth Behind It
Later, we learned the truth. A criminal network had disguised themselves as a funeral service, moving illegal shipments in plain sight. Boxes like this were meant to pass unnoticed.
That morning, one of their vans had crashed nearby. Most of the cargo had been rushed away, but this one crate fell onto the highway. They simply didn’t have time to come back for it.
And so it sat there, waiting—for us.