Day 30: The Lights Are Always On--Part Three

           Early yesterday morning, my grandfather and I snuck out of the house we had been hiding in and over to my grandfather’s house.  Once inside, my grandfather instantly headed to his gun cabinet.  He pulled out two double-barreled shotguns and handed one of them to me.  He reached onto the top shelf of the cabinet and found the shotgun shells.  We loaded our weapons and then we left through the back door.

            My grandfather then led the way out of town.  We followed a worn path for a few hundred meters and arrived at our destination.  The town’s goldmine.
            “Are you sure this plan will work, Grandpa?” I asked.

            “Yep,” he answered.  “The Thatcher folk are just as superstitious as the rest of the town.”

            “You’re sure a bit of yelling is going to scare them off?”

            “Absolutely.”

            We stepped inside the mine and headed down the tunnel a-little-ways.  Next, we sat and waited for the Thatchers, the people pretending to haunt the house, to show up.  About half-an-hour later, they did just that.

            We heard them coming for a while.  They were making a lot of noise.  Laughing and joking.  They were obviously still a little drunk from the night before.  This was a good sign.  It would make our plan succeed easier.

            The noise stopped as the Thatchers reached the mouth of the mine.  Then, who I assumed to be the head of the Thatcher household, began to speak.

            “For fifteen years we haunted that house,” he said.  “And now it has finally paid off.  Literally.”

            The family laughed.
            “With all the gold, we collect from this here mine, we will be…I don’t even know how rich.  But I do know it will be a lot of money for everyone.  Let’s go get the gold!”