It came in the mail today. Another package from the Wong Trading Company of Oslo, Norway. This time, instead of documents and photos, it was a wooden crate and inside the crate … a stone. Tentacles taking a longboat. Death in dark water. A Nordic nightmare carved into stone.
And a note from the girl who sent it … and all the other packages. She found me through my daughter. And I have her name, a confession of sorts and a warning. A warning that the museum had her on video taking the stone. They know who she is now. They’ll be looking for her.
They probably won’t find her. She went into the dark water with a rune carved in birch, a ship filled with automatic weapons and a ritual. If she was successful, it’s all over now.
If she failed, the dreams will begin tonight.