Ten miles southwest of town, turn left on that old
county road, drive for 20 minutes. It's on the right. That's all I'll tell you. I own that
property, and I'll never
sell. It's
useless,
barren,
ugly land. It has to be there,
untouched and un
developed,
forever. Or until I die.
She's buried there. Yes, I buried her. Yes, I
killed her.
Four times.
Every time was
justifiable, too. She had a
jealous streak that death couldn't stop.
She's in a locked, chained,
silver-lined
coffin.
She still loves me. And she wants us to be together.
The
hell with that.
For ideath's 100-words-in-10-minutes "How do you get there?" mini-quest