The long drive from the city was a grueling three days of winey roads and open fields. It gives me a lot of time to think and rethink about my current predicament. 

My great uncle had recently pasted away. I never knew me and my family barely talked about him. He was considered an eccentric and crazy as he lived alone on his remote farm. And for some bizarre reason, I was in his will.

So if he was a complete stranger to me and spoken so negatively of, why am I going along with this crazy inheritance scheme? Because I live in a one apartment studio barely making a livable wage at a dead end job. This is my only chance to get out of this life. Also I'm stupid.

"Your destination is on the right," a robotic British woman's voice called out of my GPS from my phone. 

I turned to my phone to see it was on its last bar of service and would be cut off from the last bit of civilization I have left. I then look back to the road to see a small hill with a well built wooden house. For someone who lived alone this was more like a mansion then a rickety old cabin I was imagining. How well off was this man?

Standing next to the house was a thin old man in a black suit, my Uncale's lawyer,  waiting for me.