[ WP ] You find a button . Words are written on it . It reads : `` Please Click Me ''

When he died it was the saddest day of my life. My father was my role model. A great man. It was just the two of us. We would do nearly everything together. The only thing I never got to do was work in his garage with him. He was very secretive about what he did in there but I trusted him and never pried. 
 
 The funeral was a very short service. It was me and a few of my fathers friends. We all said something about him and they exchanged kind words with me. 
 
 It took some time but eventually I went back to the house. I had to start packing up my fathers possessions. Some I would be able to store away but others would be donated or just thrown away if there was no use for them. 
 
 I eventually got around to the garage. I had very rarely stepped in here and when I did it was for short periods. I had pretty much gotten through everything. It was mostly tools and different materials. I always thought there would be something cool in here. 
 
 The last thing I saw was a small item on a table in the corner. When I tried to lift it the item would not budge. The table was covered in dust. When I wiped it down in turned out to be a small square box with a button under a plastic cover. 
 
 The cover had a piece of paper with my fathers handwriting on it. It read `` Please Click Me'' 
 
 I checked around the table. There was no wires anywhere. The box seemed to be glued to the table. There was no way it could do anything but I still hesitated to push it. 
 
 After a few minutes I decided I would push it and see what happened. I stepped up to the table and slowly pressed down on the button. 
 
 About ten seconds passed with nothing happening. Just as I was starting to feel disappointed I noticed a light behind me. 
 
 I slowly turned and could not believe what I was seeing. There was a circle of light growing about five feet from me. As it got bigger I noticed a shape appear. 
 
 With such a bright light all I could see was a silhouette of a person. I had to shield my eyes to be able to focus. 
 
 Then a voice spoke to me. `` My son. It is so good to see you again. You need to come with me. It is very important'' 
 
 I looked around the empty garage thinking that there was nothing else for me here. 
 
 I turned back to the light and stepped forward. 

