As I got to the little shack it was covered in dirt and dust. My allergies went crazy, but I had to go inside. There could be something to help me.
I tried to open the door, yet the door remained glued to its hinges. I went to a near tree and broke a stick off of it. I used the stick kind of as a crowbar and pried the door open.
As I went inside there were mice, they scattered everywhere and disappeared into the wooden floorboards. Two birds nests hung from a small ceiling fan. There was a musty old couch sitting in the middle of the small house. It looked like no one had been there for years.
I walked around and found two bedrooms. There were no bathrooms, instead there was a bucket in each room and one of them still had remains from the last person to be there.
While I was walking around the house I found a phone book sitting on a little desk in one of the bedrooms. I thought about it for a while and wondered. Who would have a phone book if they didn't have a phone. From that point on, the search for a phone had begun.
