Herman recoiled in surprise as the
ancient wooden door of the old abandoned
house that he had been pulling on
finally gave way and opened. Peering
inside the opening, he could faintly see
stacks of dusty wooden crates and piles
of rotting paper. The musty odor of
mouse droppings was in the air, as well
as what seemed to be a ton of dust that
had been disturbed by his opening the
door.
Dust particles floated in the beams of
sunlight that streamed in through the
doorway, but they were blotted out
momentarily as Herman strode into the
room. Finding the light in the room too
dim to see by, he pulled his small
flashlight out of his pocket and
switching it on, surveyed the rest of
the room in the bright light from the
flashlight.
Over to his left was a crate with a
small metal box on it. Herman became
curious and decided to see if he could
open the box, maybe there was something
of value inside, or at least something
really cool that he could take home with
him. Picking up the box, he noticed
that it was actually very light; it did
not feel like metal-it was something
else, but what? It was like nothing he
had ever touched before, a strange, cool
sensation on his fingers.
Herman fumbled with the clasp on the
box, but trying to open it with only one
hand was not working. Sighing in
frustration, he turned and walked back
outside, turning off the flashlight and
placing it back in his pocket. Holding
the box in one hand, he tried once more
to open it. The latch seemed to be stuck
fast, and he could see that it was
covered in grime and rust.
Herman began looking about the weed
infested yard of the deserted house to
see if he could find something to open
the box with. He needed some sort of
tool that could break the rust and grime
on the latch and then enable him to open
the box, but what could be found to do
this with?
He kept on looking and looking, pawing
though piles of trash and weeds here and
there in the yard. He was about ready to
give up when he spied a small hammer on
the ground, the handle broken in half,
and then tossed carelessly away by
someone in the past. Herman chuckled,
knowing that with this he would be able
to break open the box.
Grabbing the hammer, he struck the latch
several times, until it popped free,
dangling loosely from its pin. Herman
dropped the hammer and pulled at the lid
of the box, hearing the screeching sound
of the rusty hinges as they were forced
into moving after so many years. Looking
inside, he saw several items. There was
a yellowed, folded piece of paper in one
corner, partially covered by a short
stack of coins. The rest of the box was
filled with an assortment of stones, a
comb, two tie clasps, and a small jade
figurine.
Herman pawed through the objects with
curiosity, holding them up to the light
and turning them around trying to figure
out what he had found. Finally,
everything had been taken out of the box
and laid on the steps. Herman started
picking up the coins and examining them
one by one, trying to see the dates on
them and what condition the coins were
in. Most of the coins were dated before
1879, so he knew that some of them had
to be made out or silver and could
perhaps be of value.
Setting the coins aside, he picked up
the yellowed piece of paper and gingerly
pried it apart. It was one piece of
paper that had been folded in half and
then in half again, and moving very
slowly Herman was able to unfold it and
spread it out on the step beside him.
The writing was very faint after all
these years, but he could make out some
words here and there, such as “tag”, and
“abend”, as well as “sehr gut”. From
this, he deduced that it was written in
German, but since he knew only a few
words, he would have to take it to his
friend the librarian and see if she
could translate it for him. The comb was
made out of some metal, and the stones
Herman had no idea what kind they were.
The jade figurine was that of an
elephant, with small carved ivory tusks,
and the trunk delicately carved in an
upright position. He picked up one of
the tie clasps and looked at it, it was
a plain and simple bar of metal with a
hinged piece in the back that could be
opened and then would close to hold the
tie and itself in place. Herman sat
looking at the pile for a few minutes,
then swept everything back into the box
and closed the lid.
Standing up, he walked down the path and
out the gate, and then turning left
began walking back to his home. He had
only gone about a hundred yards when he
spied a stranger riding a bicycle down
the road in his direction.
Herman watched warily as the stranger
grew closer and closer. The man on the
bicycle appeared to be rather tall, with
a long flowing beard that had streaks of
grey in it, and an old leather hat
perched on top of his long blond hair.
The man rode slowly past Herman, not
saying a word but staring at him with
cold, piercing eyes of cobalt blue, a
look that Herman felt was stabbing deep
into his soul, examining every part of
him to see what he was made of.
Evidently satisfied, the man glanced
away and rode on. Herman took a deep
breath and shuddered, it felt like he
was coming up for air after being
underwater.
Shaking his head, he glanced over his
shoulder at the old man, who by now was
a distance down the street, and
continued on his way home, thinking that
his closest friend, Sam, would probably
not believe his story when he told him
of his adventure. |