Johnathan, Johnny to his friends was on his way to his job at the pound store. Most would mock him for having such a admittedly unglamorous job but it did come with a few perks. He wasn’t treated well at home yet in the store he basically ran it as its actually owner only turned up once a week letting Johnathan goof off most of the time. The store itself was strange as it had a massive basement with multiple diffrent rooms that where absolutely filled with clothing in perfect condition as well as a full living space.
No one lived there and we weren’t allowed to sell the clothing that was in the basement, under a supposed will the owner had to follow. Apparently the previous owner Daniel Williams had payed for the rent of the store for the next 52 years! I had no idea how a thrift store owner made that kind of money but but as the current inheritor, my boss Charles Williams had no interest in the place and was very elderly, so has been looking for any excuses to get rid of it.
That’s where I come in. I had also been related to Daniel as well but this was not known when the will was made. So my boss has been is planning giving me this place instead so he wouldn’t need to deal with it. I was perfectly fine with this arrangement as it meant that as soon as I had a place to go outside of my own dysfunctional house and was planning on moving there by myself as soon as possible.
As I finally arrived at the shop I took out my key and stepped inside. I had arrived a few hours early from where the shop opens so I could get myself comfortable and away from home. Entering the basement I made my way to the living section of the area with a Tv and couch and sat myself down. I’d usually spend most of my time watching here but I arrived at a problem. I couldn’t find the remote.
After minutes of searching I had the bright idea of looking under the perfectly flat rug in a vain hope to find it when I discovered a floor safe. This was my first time seeing this safe so obviously I grew very excited to learn what was in the safe of a wealthy deadman that needed to be hidden, but it was locked behind a cryptic code that was marked on the safe. ‘... Et mortem ’ which after a quick trip to google translate meant ‘ ... and death’.
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m a genius or just insanely lucky but I had figured out that it was referring to the phrase ‘death and taxes’ and this place was paid for for the next 52 years so the solution was 2070! After a well earned victory dance I had finally opened the safe to discover 2 things.
One was a golden medal with strange descriptions with characters not available for my phone so I couldn’t translate them and a thick binder detailing ... a large amount of different people, mostly women of a variety of diffrent ages and body times and giving a strange code. Most would asume that it was the diary of some sort of serial killer or pervert but I reconsided those codes. They where on the hangers of the clothes in the basement!