Jonas

Kan det være noe i start som er på en måte lurt senere?

Ja, jeg sa vel det egentlig når han var med som gjest en gang, at den dagen han legger opp, da skal han være med hos oss.

Hello, and welcome to Stories All the Time.

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Let's get into it.

My name's Jonas.

And a few years ago, I spent a weekend I still think about way too often out in this forgotten patch of eastern Kentucky called Keenan Hollow.

Our great-uncle Ruddy had passed a week before, and the property he left behind was sitting out there like some kind of forgotten time capsule.

Dad wanted it cleaned up so he could get it on the market before winter hit.

plan was simple.

Mason's dad would drive us out, drop us off with some supplies, and we'd clear out the shed and get a feel for what kind of shape the place was in.

He said he'd be back the next night before sundown.

Now, Ruddy's house wasn't awful, just old.

The roof sagged a little on one side, and the porch steps were warped, but it was standing, which is more than I can say for a lot of places out there.

The real issue was the shed.

It sat a good fifty, maybe sixty yards behind the house, tucked just enough into the trees that it was half-hidden.

From the back porch, it looked like the woods were trying to eat it.

Thick vines curled around the siding, and the door was nearly fused shut with ivy.

We had to yank and cut at it for a solid five minutes just to get it open.

Inside was what you'd expect.