“Why do ya’ll have me here?”  I asked, still eating.

     “We are getting money from your parents.  So you be good and when we get the money, we will set you free.”  The Indian sat Indian style in front of me.

      When I finished eating, he took the glass and the spoon and left the room.  I looked at a few magazines.  Then I became interested in what seemed like a door in the closet.  I opened it and followed what seemed like one hundred steps.  Then my eyes closed and opened at what I saw.  Money in fifty dollar bills was stacked to the ceiling, in the middle of the room.  I then went back up the stairs to my room.  I knew what to do.  Somehow I would still the money and take it home.  Only a little of it.  Then when I got to the room again, I looked around the closet.  I found two big rubber bags.

     The Indian came back with a dress, socks and underwear.  I thought he would leave, but he didn’t.  Instead he asked me to bathe in the bathtub in the bathroom.  He sat on the mattress while I did.  I dried off with a towel and dressed in the bathroom.

     “We sent a pretty ransom note to your parents.  We are waiting until tomorrow to get the money.  Then you will be free to go.”  Then Indian lit a pipe and rested his back against the wall.  He the left after an hour.  Then he came back with several dresses and socks.  I went to sleep on the mattress and was awakened with a light tap on my arm.

     “Get up.  We got the money.  Take a bath and get dressed.  You can do this by yourself.  I will get you at four o’clock so you can make it home.”  The Indian left the room again.

     I ran to the closet, opened the door and ran down all the steps.  I took the two bags down with me.  I filled them up with the money.  I then hid them in the room.  I took another bath and then waited.  They brought me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to eat.  Before I knew it, they let me go with the two bags.  When asked what was the the bags, I told them the clothes they gave me.

     As I walked over the hill, I saw the police all around my house.  My parents were waiting too. Before I was with my parents, I had a lot of questions to answer.  Then all the cops took the path over Mason’s Hill.  They came back and said the kidnappers had left that house. Then I went inside my house with all the money.  My Momma and Daddy was so surprised.  It was twice as much money than they gave the kidnappers.

     “We told you and told you not to go over Mason’s Hill.  This has happened three times before.  I hope the police can catch them.  Well, you are home.  That’s the good thing.”  He said.

     “We were so worried about you.”  My Momma started to cry.  Daddy consoled her.

     I never went back there.  I never knew if they caught the kidnappers or not.  I’m not so curious about exploring areas where I shouldn’t be any more.