I get out of my house, deciding to clear my mind from life and reality. I walk past many houses, some big, some fancy, some that look like it hasn’t been lived in for years, and some with the “up for sale” sign in the yard. Walking past a particularly old house, its outside looking untouched and not being cleaned in years, the grass growing too long it’s touching the cement of the sidewalk, with vines creeping up the house. I admire the house for a long while wondering how I’ve never noticed this house despite taking the same route everyday. 

Call it trespassing but I could care less. I was too curious about this old, unkempt home. The door creaked as I opened it slowly. I get the feeling I shouldn’t be here but that just makes me want to go inside even more. Walking through the house felt like a horror movie. Like something was going to jump out and scare me at any second. I come across this room with its door wide open. The room looked similar to the rest of the house but something about it just made me drawn towards it to go inside. 

Looking around I found nothing for the most part. Except for one thing. One thing that caught my eye but I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t looking carefully. I picked it up. It was a gold ring. Putting it in the sunlight I noticed despite its age it still shimmered in the sun. Looking at it in the sunlight I see something engraved inside. It was two initials, none whose names I could’ve guessed. It made me remember that this isn’t just a ring I found in a random old house, it was a ring that belonged to someone. A ring that held meaning to not me but someone out there. I decide to leave it there, not having the courage to take something so valuable to someone. Maybe one day that person will come back and find it, or maybe even a person who’ll find value in it for them self. Either way I found something so special in the most unexpected place.