Well, here I am. Off to work security for another of my old college buddies weird Halloween parties. You know, the one where they get that homeless wacko psychic to do a séance and try to freak each other out.
Times have been tough lately so I can’t really pass it up, but I have to take a taxi all the way out to the ferry at Willapa Bay. This time we’re having it at Fab’s old man’s mansion ’cause the old fart finally kicked the bucket and Fab is taking over the place.
When we all get there things seem a bit weird. It looks like the man of the manor has been living in a shed and the mansion has but a few foot prints through the dust collected on the floor. The art gallery is the strangest place as every portrait is of some tormented screaming face. Debra found a brass ring in the floor but that was about it.
It turned out that that brass ring was part of a friggin’ old fashion carousel, like out of some movie or somethin’, out in the front yard. I mean who on gods green earth has a carousel? (Well except maybe that freak Michael Jackson.) We all went out to check this thing out and found a trap door that lead under this thing. When we all went down there ant turned on the lights, it was like we hit the friggin’ motherload.
I am no stranger to stolen art, but this place had some things that are worth millions in the right hands. And they were just set out in this sitting room like they were just normal things. I recognized some of the objects and realized that they have been missing or stolen for years, in fact of point every piece in the room was a known missing relic. I was starting to wonder about how this guy got all of his money when someone opened a door that lead out of this room. What we found put the stuff in that little room to shame. A stainless steel tunnel that stretched on for miles with alcoves every few meters holding another very expensive, very stolen piece of art.
We hiked down this tunnel for a good hour when we came to an access hatch in the ceiling with a ladder. When we opened it we found that this tunnel had lead us under the bay to a small little rock island off the shore of the main island. What we saw next made me think that one of my old “buddies” had dosed me with somethin’. Right there on the rock was a friggin’ little leprechaun or somethin’. The thing seemed to be all irritated that he was missing one of his boots and started telling us other stuff, but then we noticed that the ferry was bringing people out to the island. We decided to hoof it back to meet who ever it was.