The Truth Emerges

On the man's stomach, were clear blue letters. They were in a kind of fancy hanwriting, as if the person took their sweet time writing it. Shayne studied it.

If heaven does not enter into us by way of holiness, we shall never enter into heaven by way of happiness.

"If heaven does not enter into us by way of holiness, we shall never enter into heaven by way of happiness..." he read. "What the hell does this mean? What kind of crap is this?"

Shayne's puzzled look only became deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Whatever this is, it sure doesn't make any sense. What can I do? I can't just leave him, but I can't haul him into my house! he thought. Shayne repeated the line aloud.

"If heaven does not enter into us by way of holiness, we shall never enter into heaven by way of happiness... sounds like some kind of ancient saying! This is a load of crap."

Shayne looked around. He was in the middle of a forest, on the side of a rock pathway in some bushes. How much more concealed could he be? Then, he saw a paper, taped to the tree above him. It was covered with tree sap. It smelled terrible. Shayne pinched his nose and walked to the paper. He began to read it:

On a grid,N from here S from TH3R3. Next week SUNday... ten-o'-clock PM...

"On a grid North from here South from there! What? The only thing here that I can understand is when... but when what? Next week Sunday at 10:00, dot, dot, dot. What could this mean?"

Puzzled, Shayne looked for any other clues. Examining the body with the blacklight further, he came across something odd. Just another incomprehensible thing. A symbol. But not just any symbol. It too was in blue, written with the same writing as the message on the man's stomach.

 

"What... is this?"

The End

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