I received an invitation that had no return address. All it had inside were directions to places I once knew in the past.
There is an old barber shop my dad used to take me to when I was a kid. When I got there, the place was boarded up. The building caught fire some years ago and is now abandoned. The bums from behind the alley has made it their home.
My next location was a hospital. There was a room number. The same room my grandmother died in. The same place I stood in when I watched her take her last breath. The nurse, sitting in the other room was as useless as ever. Now, there is an empty bed there. Why am I here?
The third location, an empty lot. It was unfamiliar to me. From a distance, a dog was running toward me. I thought I was done for since the dog was mange and rabid looking. Its eyes were defeated. And most of all, it collapse just a few feet of me. The collar on the dog reads "Dig" I guess that was the dog's name. Maybe?
So I pushed the dog aside and used a near-by scrap metal on the ground and started digging. I dug for nearly half an hour until I finally hit something solid. It was a jewelry box.
Inside, were more direction
This time...more ominous.
This time, it could mean....I am finally done for.
