10/28/2025
30 YEARS AGO, MY FRIEND AND I BURIED A TIME CAPSULE. When I dug it up today, I realized how much DANGER I was in!
Jonah was my first love. I was 17 when he and I buried a time capsule under our old treehouse. We put everything precious inside — things no one could ever take from us. Most of it was just memories, but there was one key in there that was VITALLY important to Jonah. He never told me what it was for.
We made a promise that day: no matter what happened to us, even if we ended up hating each other, exactly 30 years later, on that same day, we'd meet again in that same place to dig it up together.
That was the last time I ever saw him.
I left for college and started building my life. But when I came back, Jonah was gone — vanished without a trace.
Thirty years have passed since then. I came home to keep my promise. In our small town, there were terrible rumors about Jonah — people said he stole money from the pastor and ran away. That he'd become dangerous. Honestly, I couldn't wrap my head around what could have happened to turn him into that kind of man.
So, that night, I took a flashlight and went to dig beneath the old treehouse. Finally, my shovel hit something. The capsule. I opened it, my hands trembling. I pulled out the keepsakes — his and mine — one by one. And then… I found the key. The same one he had said was so important.
And that's when I heard it — a deep, familiar voice behind me:
"Give it to me, Ellie. NOW!"
I turned around, shaking in terror.
Of course, it was Jonah.
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