A strange recording.

You pull off the lock and set it on the long padded bench that runs the length of the lockers. 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, but not wanting to do this right here in the open, you grab the recorder and stuff everything else back in the locker and click it locked. Clutching the device to your chest you run to the bathroom and inside. Finding a stall you slip in and plop down on the toilet. Next you turn the volume down low and click play. A scratchy voice from an obviously very old recording that has degraded some over time begins playing. Holding it to the side of your head you adjust the volume so you can hear it, but not much more in case someone else walks in.

“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 can't help yourself, you listen to it a second time before simply letting out a long sigh, and head back to the locker. Everything is all so strange, but you have **** but to believe all of it, considering you are now a girl after all, well almost. Walking back out to the locker you put the recorder back in the bag as instructed and lock it all back in place. Stunned, you walk back outside.

“Find what you were looking for miss?” The old man asks, and you wave to him without a word. Eh shrugs and goes back to work, disappearing from view as you leave the building. “One more key I suppose.” You say and pull the last key off of the key ring. So it would seem your practice of walking without thinking is something after all. Focusing your attention on the key you stroll down the street with no real idea of where you are going to end up. Two blocks later you find yourself at a small bridge over a little creek. 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 at least an hour and a half you finally find yourself walking through a door. Looking up you see the inside of a post office. “P.O. box.” You say suddenly realizing what the key is.

The building is desolate and in a state of disrepair. Looking around you realize that the office isn't even open. In fact you would guess it has been closed for at least two or more years. Looking at the key you suddenly see a number on the side. You aren't sure it was there before, but it is now. It takes a bit of looking, but you push some things aside and find the corresponding box. Sliding the key into the lock you turn it. It is stiff, but it turns and unlocks. Pulling it open you find...