Patrick Malone died a week ago. He was a wealthy man with three grown children. He had been a politician in his younger days. But as he grew older, he began to become senile. He consulted his lawyer and drew up a will, which he hid somewhere on his property. The will left everything to the one who found his will. The day of the funeral arrived. The church was full of everyone who had known him from preschool to the nurses and doctors who had treated him. His wife had passed on several years before. His youngest child and only daughter, Abigail Una Malone, sat away from everyone else…
My will! My will! You must find my will! Or live in eternal torment Forever, forever! My will! My will! You must find my will! Or you will die this day! And tomorrow the short story that goes along with this!