“I’ve got an errand for you my boy!” said Old Ruth so excitedly that it was almost sarcastic. I wasn’t even thrilled to be talking to the old hag; let alone run an errand for her. She is considered to be a lunatic by most of the village members. The only reason I started talking to the woman was because I walked by her house at the wrong time.  “Go to Havensloft and give this package to my brother in-law, Owen Lars. Do not stop for anything it is important that this package gets to him as quickly and safely as possible.  If you do this for me you will be rewarded greatly.” Regrettably I had no other choice but to accept. What else was I to say? I was cornered by her and had no way to escape.

Havensloft was rather far away and I had plans to spend quality time with a loved one, but everything I had planned for that day was thrown away. It was a four hour drive one way and the old woman didn’t even offer to provide me with any gas money. Although I thoroughly enjoyed the ride it was still, to me, the biggest waste of time in my life.

As soon as I got to Havensloft, I noticed an awkward presence surrounding the once, quant village.  People were hurrying around with loads of milk and bread. I noticed a shady character standing on the corner in a black trench coat and since I trust strangers and give them the benefit of doubt; I asked: “hey sir, do you by any chance where Owen Lars lives?” He gave me the weirdest look which made me feel rather uncomfortable. “Owen…Lars…Ah odd fellow. He lives on 22nd street.” “Can you give me directions to his house?” “Yes I can, continue down this road until you see a street named, 22nd street then take a right and you will see his house.”  So I nodded my head in thanks, and continued down the road. I eventually came upon 22nd street and instantly (like the shady character said) noticed Owen Lars’ house.

His house looked exactly like a mad scientist’s castle. Fearfully, I knocked on his door three times. He opened the door and greeted me with the same personality as his cousin. “Why! Hello! Who are you?”  “My name is…”  “Oh why bother, look at me! This is no way to treat a guest. Come in my dear boy; have a drink!” I really just wanted to leave and forget everything that happened. I was trapped again. I have a tendency to be unjustly trapped by interesting characters such as Owen and Ruthie. His house was rather archaic and the room that he ushered me into was no objection to this fact. I sat at a round table just like the one in Arthurian legends. “So my boy, why are you here?” “Ruthie Lars wanted me to give you this package.” He looked shocked and almost worrisome. After pondering the box and examining every inch of it; he opened it and once fully unwrapped I saw that it was a golden key.