Mary didn't see the labels, and thought this was some sort of trick. She left the box outside and decided to go up back to bed, as it was nearly midnight.
She fell into a deep sleep, a darkness covers her entirely. She hears someone, among the abstract reality. Small whispers which seem to surround her. "Don't...leave...it....out....in....the.....cold", The voice was painful and sharp. And it awoke Mary from her dream into a deep sweat.
She looked at her clock, strange, the time wasn't shown on. Maybe the power went out she thought. So she grabbed a torch and husked her way down to the basement. Once she got there and opened the circuit breaker she was shocked. The power had not gone out, and her clock had not reset itself.
She trembled a little with the sudden realisation that something is wrong.
So she decided to walk back to the door where she was given the vials. It seemed strange that this was where she went, but she accepted the fact that this vision involved the box of vials. She opened the door and saw the small crate still sitting there. As patient as ever. It creeped her out how still and similar it was to see it.
She lofted the box into the kitchen and examined it's contents. There were 8 vials in the casket. Each with a different shade of colour, the vials were small yet seemed heavy when she held them. The labels were ripped and tattered. They weren't readable except for a few sketch marks. This with the knowledge of the readable note sent shivers down her spine. She put the vials back and headed for the exit to the kitchen.
However a loud bang followed her, which startled her. She spinned around, the sound came from one of the panes in the kitchen. Something had banged on it. She gasped as she also saw something else, written on a note outside the window. "Drink Them". This imperative sent tremors down her body. She had no choice she had to drink one of them.