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Chapter One: The Note

He woke up to a sound. It was pitch black so he grasped his phone and turned on the flashlight. He looked at the time. It read 3:34 a.m. Another sound interrupted his thoughts. He knew that something was up. He put his hand on the wall and dragged it, feeling all the bumps from the Wayne's coating he installed years back. He grasped the wooden stair handle and quietly walked down the staircase. His hand wobbly, the light from the flashlight was shining up and down. He turned the living room light on. He scavenged the premises, looking for any clues of other human contact. He looked throughout the whole downstairs and then realized he was probably just hearing things. He moseyed back up the stairs and opened the his bedroom door. Standing in front of him was a man, all dressed in black. The man violently through a wooden jewelry chest at him and jumped out the open window, where he previously came through. The man who got robbed was David Lee. A tall thin man, age 24. What did the man who robbed him steal? David didn't have a clue. He didn't have the hope to call the police. He knew that they wouldn't get the man who stole from him. He knew it wasn't and an ordinary robber. It was a professional. David knew something was up. He slowly walked to the wooden box. He remember this was his grandmothers jewelry box. He opened it up slowly and saw something strange. A compartment never seen before was opened and empty. He wondered what was inside the compartment. He then realized whoever entered his home, must have taken what was inside. David sat down in his bed and laid down. He told himself that he would look more into it tomorrow. He turned his head to look at the window. It was still open. He felt the breeze of the wind touch his skin. He fell asleep.

He woke up.
He panted as he was trying to remember the last time he saw him. The robber.He paced back and forth around the room thinking of why the man wanted what was inside. He thoroughly searched his home to see if anything else was missing. When he entered the kitchen, he saw another thing that was odd. A note from his grandmother, before she died, was missing as well. He tried to remember what the note said. David then realized that he had taken a few photos of the note before the incident. He didn't know why he took photos, he just did. He searched through his phone and then found it:

Dear David,
The note I am writing is for you, before I pass. Hopefully, you actually read this letter. Even if you don't, I love you. K, let's get started with the letter.

David wondered why his grandmother used incorrect grammar and abbreviations, but he didn't care. He wanted to read more.

Even though you are my only grandchild and you parents died at a young age, I am happy that I could take care of you for the last few years. Your parents were great. Oh, that reminds me. Please close the refrigerator when you finish eating. Even though I am not writing a meaningful letter, you will need this for a long time. Never show anyone this note and never throw it away. Same as my previous sentences, I love you and I am sorry for bringing you into this. A person yesterday told me that I would have only a few Day to live. Don't feel sad yet honey. Open you mind. Open your eyes. Read this carefully and you will find the message.
-Love you my dear.
Lenore.
dated: 2/5/00 at 4:07 p.m.

David started tearing. He never read the full note until that very moment. He started thinking even more and realized something. The ending sentence said he will find "a message". Maybe the man who broke in wanted David to read the message and solve his grandmothers nonsense. Even though the possibilities of that were extremely low, it was still in the back of David's mind. He turned off his phone and sat down. He was in for something bigger then he thought.