#WritcoStoryPrompt1
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it. I brushed through the garden front to see if I could see a face or a shadow. But there was absolutely no one there. I picked up the parcel to walk back into my room. Basically, I stayed here on rent. Its a farm house of Mr Roy. The family lived in New York and their farm house in Siliguri was vacant since many years.
Last week, I took it on rent. I have recently come to Siliguri for my job.
I joined as a Manager in a tea estate. The estate belonged to the Roy's.
Ok, so now let us focus on the present day. It is a sunday. Lazy sunday you may call. I thought of sleeping few more hours today. Usually, I get up at 6 in the morning but today I had a different plan. But this door bell, broke my sleep into a million pieces.
And now I am standing here with this silly parcel with an old key. So let us now read the letter that comes along with the key.
It reads: The key to the golden globe.
The garden back has door,
Walk a step and four.
The pole star shows the way,
Find...