Thursday, March 3, 2016

In my purse next to the mojo bag Part 2

The Story So Far...

I was handed an envelope by the funeral director. Opening it, I saw it was from my aunt. She must have written it before she died.  Go to Nipigon Ontario ask for Ralph. That's all it said. Go to a city and ask for some guy. Talk about cryptic needles in even bigger haystacks. I had no idea what it had to do with anything? The only other thing in it was a key. No clue to what? Could have been anything, from a bus locker to a house. Luckily for me, it was only about an hour and half bus ride from Thunder Bay to Nipigon, so I could do whatever it was she had indicated by the note in one afternoon.
That was the plan anyways. Until I met the weird guy in the trenchcoat.  He claimed he was on his way east to meet up with some friends. Told me they were hunters. I thought he meant everyday type of hunters, you know the kind that rent cabins on the weekend and go ice fishing, that kind of hunters. But then he started in on a story about werewolves and creatures you only hear about in movies. That's about when the bus driver stopped on the middle of the highway because the cops were there. They had a road block happening. Wouldn't you know it, Trenchcoat got jumpy and decided it was time for him to leave. Never caught his name, but he handed me a small piece of paper, told me to go there when I got to Nipigon, and ask for Ralph.

Little more then a coincidence don't you think?

To Be Continued...