As Lily placed foot on the doormat chills ran through her spine, “This is it…” she sighed reaching into her coat pocket for the key.Once she found it, she shimmied it into place and twisted violently.
… CRACK… The key was so old that it broke. “Not a problem,” she thought, wading through the thick snow to the back of the house.
She kicked away the snow and found herself looking at what used to be a shed, what was now a pile of wood planks and shattered glass.
She carefully swept some of the debris away and begun searching for something.
“Where is it..” she muttered under her cold breath,she finally found it after 30 minutes of searching. What she laid her eyes on whas a trap door, more specifically, the trap door.
As she cautiously crept down the rotten wobbly stairs she lost ballance on one of the steps as it broke and came tumbling to the ground.
A while later her consciousness came back, the only thing left was a mild headache.
On all fours, she crawled through the small tunnel leading under the house. With cobwebs covering her face she found herself laying under the other side of a door with a smooth twist she opened the door with a bang dust flying left right and centre.
Walking through the cold abandoned house, she spotted a note on the dust covered dining table. For some reason not a single speck of dust lying on it.
Putting it aside she walked up the creaking stars and walked across the long hallway trying to remember which room was hers she walked to the last door on the left. Walking in she found her shelf covered with untouched books and piles of plates.
Reaching into her jacket pocket she held the note in her two hands. For Miss Lily, she read as she pried open the flap, what she saw surprised her even more. It was directions to a hidden box in her room… as she made her way around she set her foot on an oddly loose floor board.
Reaching down, she pulled and wiggled at the board. After a few tries it opened and what she saw was a shimmering gold box…
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