The Shed
- NtzakiJ
- Sep 16, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Feb 2
As the newest homeowner of a traditional two bed one bath craftsman cottage on the lush Pacific Northwest, he couldn't wait to get in the backyard and get started on some gardening before the weather grew too cold.
While sitting on his back porch sipping his hot cup of cider, he took a deep breath taking in the beauty of early autumn around him. While he looked across the backyard, his eyes became fixed on the shed.
The shed was ugly and clearly saw better days. Although the structure was hideous, it didn't deter him from buying the house. However, seeing this thing in the morning light definitely looked off putting. Something about this shed suddenly creeped him out. He wasn't sure if it was morbid curiousity or basic homeowner need, but he felt the strong urge to go take a look inside of this creepy ass shed.
He sat his hot cider on the table beside him and made his way towards the shed. He cautiously opened the shed door for fear of the door possibly coming off the hinges, due to how unstable it looked. Once the door was open and it was clear nothing was going to fall apart, he slowly stepped into the small, dilapidated building. He looked around the shed and noticed that the previous owner left their tools, workbench, and what appeared to be a large toolbox.
The new homeowner felt something was odd about this shed and its contents. As he took a closer look, he realized that what looked like rust was actually old, dried blood. "What was this, some sort of torture shed?", he said aloud. The man then heard a strange voice reply, "yes!", just before being knocked unconscious.

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