A little bit of an explanation.

You go ahead and push the key into the lock and give it a turn, you aren't surprised when it clicks open. Pulling open the metal door, inside you find a large black duffel bag. It has one large compartment in the center with a little one at each end. Not wanting to really inspect all of this out here in the open you let the door to the locker shut and go back down the stairs into the subway, finding a nice secluded bench at the farthest end of the train platform. Checking the small compartments real quick first you don't find anything other than a pair of double A batteries, so you leave them in place and open the largest compartment. Inside you find a very old looking tape recorder with a tape loaded into it. “Okay, a message then?” You ask it quietly, pulling your legs up and sort of sitting on them on the little bench to listen. As soon as you click play it begins with a few scratches and is clearly very old. A man's voice comes on quietly and you get the impression he is reading as you listen to the message.

“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 your trail can be hidden. The first was your transportation, a car, an 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 wherever 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 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 recoding, 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. Stunned a little you just sit there as it does. The click of it finishing wakes you from your stupor and you put it back into the bag, wiping a little tear you didn't know you had cried from your cheek. In a bit of a daze you walk back up to the locker, put the bag back in, and take the key back out locking it, even though normally you have to pay to lock anything inside.

“So you are my gift then.” You say to the last key and as you look at it you see that it now has writing on it, “Coney Island. 47” As you read the words you realize looking around that you are in New York. “No fucking way.” You say with a laugh. “I need a subway map I guess.” Walking down stairs to the subway you find, and can't even be all that surprised, that the D line ends at Coney Island. Just then the subway car pulls up and the doors open.

It takes a while to cross New York, and you figure out by the map that you started as far away as you could have, on the other end of the D line, but the ride is smooth and uneventful. Once you are there you get directions from a lady at a gift shop to the lockers and find it is right next to the big roller coaster. Watching it race around the track you can't help but smile a little, even if your life has been turned upside down. As you think that though you find it a little hard to remember everything from your life, as if it was fading like a dream often does. Moments later you are standing in front of locker 47 and with a gulp you slide the key into the lock. Much like the last lock you can tell this one usually claims the key once you unlock it, but this one allows you to retain the key, to be tossed into a river, you guess. Pulling it open you find...