A Good Mystery (Pt. 1)
A few months ago I wrote about the bricks on the corner pier of the old house on the property. One brick on the corner pier stood on it's side with the date 1833. What I did afterwards may well prove to be the key to a mystery or it may be the beginning of another.
The old house is about gone and one afternoon Spencer and I quietly slipped out and began to work on the bricks. We said we just wanted to preserve them in case the house falls in, but I already knew there was a hollow space behind the dated brick and I was anxious to find out if anything was hidden there.
Carefully scraping away the old mortar, I removed the brick and using a small flashlight, I looked into the opening behind it. Covered in dust and twisted small vines was this.
A small stone box with intricate designs on the lid. This box is 8 inches long by 6 inches wide and sealed all the way around with some waxlike material. It is heavy, but makes no noise inside when I shake it. Spencer and I hid it away and have not opened it even though we are dying to do so. We agreed with Dad that we would open it at the end of the summer when we had a big family camp, so that everyone could be in on the excitement. That day is coming soon.