When I arrived at the old house, there was silence. On the ground floor, near the fireplace, there was this big trunk set in a corner. The note said: “Look for the treasure in the box of surprises.”

I tested the trunk’s cover. It was locked. I looked around for a tool. Good place a fireplace! Armed with a poker, I attacked the lock. It took less than two minutes. I lifted the cover.

The trunk was empty.

I hissed. “So much for the treasure, stupid!” I should have never gone into the trouble in the first place. Whoever was so insane to believe old man Worbash! Me, of course!

“Are you looking for this, old mate?”

The voice came from a dark corner and as much as I tried I couldn’t even make a shadow of man out. Sweat was already running down my back.

“I can’t see a thing, bro,” I shouted back.

The red beard stepped out darkness holding what looked like a sheaf of documents tied with string.

“Maybe I’m looking for that, yeah,” I swallowed hard.

It was then that red beard shot me…

Damn the treasure..