A most unusual recording.

You pull off the lock and set it on the wooden bench behind you. Then, hands trembling for the second time in as many days, you click open the locker. Pulling it open you see a large gray and pink duffel bag. The bag has one large compartment, and two smaller ones on each end, plus a tiny side pocket as well. Deciding to start with the largest pocket, you zip it open. Inside you find a very old looking tape recorder. Not sure what you expect, you decide to simply push play. A scratchy voice from an obviously very old recording that has degraded some over time begins playing.

“Hello. I do not know who you are and I am sure we will never meet as I may be long dead by the time you listen to this. This has been placed here to serve as a warning and assistance to one such as yourself in the war against the demons devils and evil witches hidden in the darkness of the world. I know right now you might usually not believe any of this, but if you are hearing this recording then something fundamental about your life has changed. You are one of the people on earth known collectively as the cursed. From time to time people are conned into making a deal with a power they do not understand. When this happens me and my fellow wizards and druids, the good ones that is, have some spells in place to help to save you without your knowledge. I have no idea what has happened to you, but you have to know that your life as you knew it before is gone. The entity that granted you whatever boon you received is now and will be forever watching, with magic, your loved ones and friends from your former life to find you. If they do, your soul will be devoured. The spells that saved you from this fate will have given you 4 keys. These each offer you something, but must be discarded after their use, it is the only way you trail can be hidden. The first was your transportation, a car, a airplane, or even an elevator, each case is different. Loose it, never enter the vehicle again, and toss the key in flowing water, a river or stream. The second was your refuge, a place to rest, to allow time to pass so the other couldn't get what they wanted, the deal was most likely very short term, you should stay in the refuge till the time is passed, then never return, disposing of the key like the first. The third is here, your information. This recording, once you have listened to it, return the device where you found it and similarly loose the key. The last, the only one you have yet to use I would guess, is your gift. An item or two to help you start a new life. I don't know what it is, but I hope it helps. This last key is also a sacred trust. Later, when you can, you are to recreate this key, this offering, and pass it on to a future victim. When the time is right you will know how to do this, so do not worry about it now. I am sure all of this is hitting very hard, and I can't help you with that. What I can tell you is that as one of the cursed your mind has been forever opened to the reality of magic. The only thing that this allows one that is untrained is to allow you to tap into the threads of magic all around you, this is how you were able to find this recording, sadly this is also how others can find you. This also allows you to see other beings for what they truly are. If you focus on a magic creature their aura should reveal itself. This particular skill is easier for some and very hard for others, but know that you can do it if you try. Please put this back where you found it for the next poor soul to find.”

The recording stops at that point and begins to automatically rewind. You decide to check the other pockets of the bag, and find nothing. Everything is all so strange, but you have **** but to believe all of it, considering you are now a girl after all. “Just you and me then I guess.” You say to the last little key. It seems your practice of walking without thinking is something after all. Pulling the last key off of the ring you focus on it as you walk outside. Soon you are strolling down the street with no idea of where you are headed. Four blocks later you find yourself at a bridge. Half way across you decide to do as you are told and throw the other keys in the river. The second they hit the river there is a puff of blue flame that definitely reinforces what you have been told. Continuing on for an hour you finally find yourself walking through a door. Looking up you see the inside of a bank. “Safety deposit box.” You say suddenly realizing what the key was.

A teller, a somewhat pretty young woman with short black hair, possibly of Greek background looks over at you and asks, “Can I help you miss?”

Holding up the key you say, “I need to get into my safety deposit box please.”

She smiles sweetly, “Sure all I need is your box number and name, and I will go get the signature card so you can sign in.” When you stare at her blankly for a second she asks, “What is your name miss?”