The Lost Key

As i was walking down the beach i found a key, i dont know what it was for but i still picked it up. The key was old and rusty and had a weird mark at the top, i started to imagine all the things the key could open, maybe it was for a treasure that was burried on and island. Maybe it was just for a old ladies cabin, but i liked the idea that it could be for anything. When i came home i started to look if i could find a similar key, a key with the same mark. It was impossible to find one, not even one looked like it in any way. The next week and went around in my house and tried all the doors, even one of the doors we dident use in the yard. I dident tell anybody about the key, it was my own little secret, and i liked that it was just me, on adventure to find the lost key's door. I started to imagine the key had been married to a door but that it had to go to a key war it had been shot, therefor the mark. The more i thought about the more i began to believe the crazy stories i came up with, so one day i decided to go to were it all started, the beach. When i came down there werent any people so i just sat down and lokked at the water, then i could feel something in my pocket, like a burning feeling i pulled the key out of my pocket and it suddenly started to shake. I tried to hold it, but i couldent so i ran after it, i now ran down the beach chasing a key. The key suddenly stopped, there was an old lady looking at it, she picked it up and it flew down in to her pocket, the key then came out of the pocket and said "Thanks for taking so good care of me"