Gunther the Dragon’s Story Continues

The man got out of the cab, paid the driver and looked at the house he used to live in. He wondered if anyone was home, it was two stories made of stone. He looked around the grounds, it needed mowing. The place looked deserted, he wondered where everyone was. He didn’t want to give anyone a shock when they saw him.

He approached the house and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he went over to the flowerpot and moved the plant. There was a small hole underneath it with a cover he pulled on the hook. It was snug but finally came off; he would have to fix that. He was relieved a key was still there, and pulled it out. He stood up, brushing off the dirt on his knees and put the key into the lock. He heard…