[ WP ] While walking one day near your home you find a portal that can transport you back in time exactly 50 years to the second , You test and upon returning after staying an hour find only 5 minutes have passed in the present .

Winning has become all too easy, lotteries, horse racing, football games, anything you can possibly conceive can and has been won. But you soon learn that people become suspicious of this mysterious figure laying bets all over town that you needed to travel further afield back in the past to spread your bets out but this takes time and it becomes apparent that the longer time you take travelling the shorter period passes in the present. Gambling offers a short term gain, stocks are where is best to create maximum wealth with very little effort other than understanding what will pay off in the future where the returns will be astronomical. 
 
 Slowly but surely your fortune builds as you seemingly age much more rapidly, years in the present represents decades in the past and it soon dawns on you that the two realities are catching up with each other until before you know it the portal has closed. Having built such a gigantic fortune you make plans to place all your accumulated wealth into a fund for your present day pre portal self to inherit and then attempt to seal the portal before your current day self can discover it. 
 
 `` Stocks, bonds, gold, any and all that I've gathered for my past self back in the future I bequeath in the hope that I can create a better past than I have currently'' 
 
 You purchase the abandoned lot which houses the portal in an old dilapidated motel that has existed, seemingly abandoned, since before the portal in the past existed. 
 
 On the lot you contract a company under a veil of secrecy to build a huge brutalist edifice, a concrete tomb to house the portal and, after all plans have been seen to fruition, yourself. Feeling the end is close you gather up as many supplies as you see fit to see you off and lock yourself inside the tomb, slowly shuffling deeper into the catacombs, locking heavy steel doors at every turn and posting the keys back through each one. Sit down and settle in, knowing that you have done everything in your power to protect the portal and ensure your past self's now insurmountable wealth. 
 
 Present day. You are called to a lawyers office down town to discuss a will that had been drafted long ago, a will that names you sole heir to a huge fortune, a fortune that automatically rockets you to become one of the richest men on the planet, a will that lists you as a large stock holder of virtually every corporation on the planet. The name on the will is a mystery to you and the lawyer seems as in the dark about it as everyone else at the law firm. 
 
 Weeks later you are again contacted by the lawyer as there's a final detail to be ironed out. It seems that this mysterious stranger owned only one property, a large monolithic wedge in an industrial part of town. You and the lawyer travel to the property and find the enormous steel gate locked, one phone call later and the gate has been lifted off its hinges. Inside the dusty lot lies this building of sorts, no windows to speak of and only a sole door hidden at the back, again with the locksmiths on hand the huge heavy door is prised off its hinges and both the lawyer and you enter with the locksmiths following close behind. This place is immaculate inside, the long corridor ends with another heavy steel door but this time it has a small letter box in the centre. Confused you call the locksmiths forward to inspect it but before they need act the lawyer spots a small key at the foot of the door. Gingerly you place the key in the lock and with hardly a turn it clicks and you swing the door open, another corridor that ends in another door and another key on the floor. Corridor after corridor and door after door you advance deeper and deeper inside until finally you swing the last door open, a chair, a sole chair sits inside a room full of cans of coke and tins of peaches and beans, you round a corner to see a camp bed with an old man sleeping on it. As frail as he is as soon as get close enough to hear him breathing he snaps out of it and scrabbles to his feet, throwing you back he reaches behind and pulls a gun, without warning he unloads on everything in front of him. As you slump onto your side a bright blue light crackles into life and illuminates the room. The old man's face, suddenly clear, looms into view, at first confused the old man softly cries as he places hands either side of your face. You drift away, blood pooling around your prone form, filling your ear and matting your hair as it snakes around your body. 
 
 You live long enough to see the old man collect himself, take a deep breath leap into the light and just disappear.
