**OK, so before you read this story, I want you to know I didn’t write this. My good friend Hazen {yes, the typo buster} wrote this and requested for me to post it here. So, here it is! {GOOD JOB HAZEN! THIS IS AWESOME}**
Once there was a rich man who played guitar. One night he had a dream: In it there was a boy in his room playing a beautiful song on his guitar. After he woke up, he decided that he would learn the song that the boy had played. After a day of hard playing, he finally learned the song. That night, the boy played another song. The rich man learned it, too. Every time he fell asleep, the boy played another song until the rich man felt forced to learn every one. One night, the dream changed. It showed the boy outside his house, burying a box filled with countless hundred dollar bills. The following morning, the rich man tried as hard as he could to resist the temptation, but at the end of the day, there was a box filled with 300,000 dollars under the earth outside in front door. As time went on, the dreams demanded more objects to be buried outside until the rich man was poor and had no belongings. Three years after the first dream, the man dreamt that the boy was sitting in a bathtub with a knife in his hand. The poor, terrified man knew what was coming, and the boy stabbed himself in the heart. When he woke up, the man was sobbing, for he knew he was to die that day. Three days later, police notified by a ghastly stench found his decomposing body in the bath. Next week, a little boy with nothing but an uncanny ability at guitar moved into the empty house, bringing with him only a shovel.