Future Epitaph - Chapter 2 "The Name"
"How could I recieved a postcard from here?" That was the question spinning in my head but statue of the old bird looked alike to the postcard as there was one there but there was no cementery, it was the picture of a house, a beautiful house that reminded me so much to something I had to come here and see it for real...something was telling me to come here, I'd regret it forever if I didn't come here, now I see the travel has been a bad idea... I asked to the guardian for the name of the sender, he told me he saw that name somewhere, maybe I'm bad thinking but I imagined where he read it...and I was right; he saw it engraved in a tomb. He showed me the way and there it was, I came here to find answers and the only thing I could find was more questions, Angelika C. Jones was the name on the postcard and on the grave. I asked to the guardian, one more time, if he had more information about that person, he wasn't autorized to say anything but an old woman who