Vi was safe, and the boys had had a nice drink at The Dancing Boat (or goat in Toms case). That night was a wonderful evening, but Tom could not sleep. He kept tossing and turning in the bed until finally he decided to go for a drive. As quietly as possible he dressed himself and crept down the stairs, out the door, into the freezing now November air, and hopped in his car. Frost was now the king of this land and everything was covered in him. The grasses were frozen and the roof of his car and all covered in a chill. He started the engine, and drove off.
Now, there must have been a time in your life, when you felt completely and utterly scared. But there must also have been a time while you were scared that you wanted to find out more about what scared you. If you have ever seen an old, abandoned building, you might have experienced this sensation. Why was it abandoned? And I must find out more about this place. That was the feeling that Tom was feeling after Errol's body was discovered. Why was he murdered? I must investigate. He experienced this feeling again, when he parked his car next to the old abandoned theme park.
This theme park was situated on a dock. The parking lot was thankfully still on the mainland, as the wood was rotting and creaking with every step he took. Mosses and seaweed hung onto the boards, and as he turned left, and kept meandering along the pier he found what he was looking for. A huge building, with a brick side and a red roof was standing before him, and inside, just barely visible, was the fortune telling machine. This building was the most frightening Tom had ever seen. The roof was caving in on itself, and some of it was sliding off the structure in places. Once a vibrant carmine, it had now dulled down to almost a repulsive red, and rust had taken over most of it. The building was clearly made of plaster, and was cracking in most of the wall. Thankfully for Tom, the old creaky door remained unlocked, but that did not stop him from not wanting to go inside. It looked as if a fire had devastated the whole building, and there was one sign that had a huge hole punched in it, and an identical one was on the wall. Tom though, wanting desperately his fortune told, preceded with caution - entering the abandoned hall, sitting atop a dangerous precipice. As he walked through the doorway, everything started to creak under his feet and he dashed to the machine. After being weathered and worn, it surprisingly still worked.
Tom inserted a few coins into the slot and the figure slowly and creakily came to life.
"I am Mystic Lady. I see all and know all. Would you like me to read to you your fortune?" The voice of the teller was crumbly and sounded static and electric. Tom, his hand shaking, pressed the little button under the crystal ball. Mystic Lady moved inside the box, until the crystal ball glowed, and then out popped a card. Tom snatched it and ran down the rickety old dock, back to his car and slamming the door. Safely on hard ground, he looked at the card. It had no saying, except for lucky numbers, and they were; 11,13,34.
These lucky numbers are a riddle for you dear reader.
