You visit your father's grave every year on the anniversary of his passing. But this year is different--you're unemployed and on the verge of homelessness. Last night a thunderstorm destroyed an ancient walnut tree overlooking his grave, revealing something hidden. Something old, and maybe very valuable: a jewelry box that has been wedged inside the trunk for over two hundred years, waiting for you to find it.
But something knows you took it. Something that followed you home.
Something that wants it back.
