I stood in front of the house I used to call home, wondering what my life would be like going forward, since I had nowhere to stay.

However, a text message interrupted my train of thought. Examine the Fremont storage unit. Locker 112. Elias desired for you to possess it.

The number from which the message was sent was unknown. “Is this a joke of some kind?” Despite my doubts, I chose to inspect that storage unit.

It felt like it took forever to get to the unit. I didn’t know what to anticipate.

The manager checked my ID and gave me a key when I got there. He smiled as he said, “Locker 112 is yours now.”

My hands began to shake as I inserted the key. Slowly, the door opened to reveal a small room