I read a story called Do Not Open. It was great. It was about a woman who wasn't afraid of anything.
After a storm, she went down to the beach to pick up things that had drifted on to the beach. Miss Moody picked up a rug and driftwood, then she found a bottle that said do not open! A voice said, get me out of here. Miss Moody opened the bottle. A big, ugly monster popped out. I'm free, it said.