Immediately after he said that the cuffs around my wrist unlocked.
I was supposed to find clues? How many? He is giving me a week.
Can I do this? The questions filled my head. I might as well look around the room.
I find first folded note. As told I didn't risk opening it.
Wood and small.
Thin and tall.
Holds one key
To help you break free.
I roll my eyes at the note and walked over to the small, thin, wood closet.
Inside of the closet was a single key on top of a note. I picked up the small black key and put it in my pocket.
The clue read:
Through the door
Where you find poor
Near the street,
Down under six feet.
I read the note in shock. I took the key from my pocket and unlocked the door.
And I came to face with truth. He was asking me to go to a graveyard.
I jogged to the only cemetery in town. Sunset cemetery. The last time I had been here was when I was seven and my uncle died.
Now I was 21 and looking for stupid "clues". I walked in the big black gates with fear filling my brain with thoughts and questions.
I walked around. He better not make me dig up a grave for a stupid note!
Relief flooded through me as I saw the open empty grave hole. I silently looked down and there was the note.
I crawled down and retrieved it.
Why fly when you can swim.
Swim far enough and you will find him.
The hunt is almost over!! I thought to myself.
I walk to the dock and jump in the ice cold water. I ignore my numb toes and keep swimming.
Finally I see it. The tiny island. The small house welcoming for all the wrong reasons.
I walk though the door and look for the man. I step forward and feel something squishy under my foot.
I look down and scream in pure terror. My older brother. Dead lying on the ground.
I run past him and through tears I see a man. He also is dead. In his hand is a note.
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I run to were it points. A sticky note is attached to a huge ice block.
Beside the block,
Not a far walk,
Break the ice,
And prepare....to fight.
Beside the block of ice was a ice breaker. I quickly break the ice and receive a weapon.
A knife. And engraved on it is directions. To the town park.
I arrive quietly and a woman in a white fur coat steps out from behind a tree.
"Are you prepared?" The girl taunted. "To die." She laughs.
