We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright
Chapter 4
Temper's POV
The coffin was made of aged cardboard, dust surrounded its edges and beetles swarmed the inside. My fingers ran across the soggy surface as I searched for a way to open it. Once I found an amateur steel latch, I unlocked it curiously. Earthy scents escaped it, along with a small piece of note paper. I reached for it and began to read the first line.
Look by the fireplace.
The bottom of the paper was written in cursive. It had only one word.
Freak.
Notes
New Chapter! c:
I'll call him an idiot.
3/15/14