Do visit him, please

It was just another day on this despondent rock, nothing going even slightly amiss. David sat on the little deck-like porch, reading his favorite book about a haunted house build on a rock in the middle of a wide river. He always found it funny because the author had described the house exactly how David’s house looked like. No matter how often David read the book, he would never have any kind of profound thought about the connection between his little recluse and the haunted house in the story. He was an affable man, never to judge a book by its cover, but nobody ever visited him, so no one knew that.

David always entreated the river to give him a piece of sturdy wood. no matter how crazy it seemed, he did it as a daily routine, but he never got one. Today, as he was cooking his lunch, David heard a loud thump reverberate through the rock and into his house. It was so loud, he dropped the sage he was sprinkling onto his food, almost all of it fell onto his meal, ruining both the food and the sage. As David looked outside, he saw a big piece of wood bobbing next to the rock, so he ran outside to get it. Once it was dry, David carved into the wood with a kitchen knife held by with tremulous fingers. When he finished carving, he hung it up as a sign at the front door, to invite people in. The sign said Welcome to David Tremly’s house, please visit me this year (2017). David Tremly had died in the year of 1900 from a heart attack...