I found something in my backyard yesterday that has me a little spooked.
First off, let me just tell you that we have a big backyard that’s surrounded by tree’s instead of neighbor’s. Because of this privacy we are able to have our very own garbage heap at the bottom corner of our yard. Tucked away from prying eyes lies forgotten withered furniture, a broken down toilet, an old haunted chicken coop instilled with the ghosts of chicks passed.
And inside our old deserted dog kennel, the memory of past dog’s barking, nothing but a whisper – an echo of memory, sit’s like a goliath, a monolith of something spooky and bizarre.
I don’t know what my Dad is up to, and I haven’t had the time, or gall rather, to ask him about it. He built a shed inside the dog kennel. Not just a shed with boards slapped together hatched over with a roof, but it looks like a heavy duty freezer, or refrigerator. Made with thick plastic walls, no windows, and the door bolted shut.
My Pop is an odd man. He spends a lot of time in the yard by himself, mostly to get away from my Mother, but this shed is unprecedented, unwarranted and completely eerie. What makes it so eerie, and why I’m taking a personal interest is because he bolted my name above the sealed door.
I scribbled out my last name using an iPhone app.
It looks like a street sign with my name on it. He bolted it good and tight onto the shed. Should I be worried? Is it just me, or is this spooky? What add’s to the confusion is that he installed an air conditioner jutting out its side. The shed is no bigger than a walk-in closet, but it has an air conditioner.
I told my Pop that I wanted an art studio. I told him last week. Could he have made me one in secret in such a short amount of time?
I wasn’t sure if I should share this oddity with you or not for fear of making my Pop look like a crazy old coot. He’s really not crazy, but I’m glad to have a vast blogging community to be there with me as this mystery unfolds. I can’t do it alone. I’m bugging out.
I’m at Starbucks. I have the first hour off from work, so here I am blogging and waiting for 3 o’clock to come.
I was going to ask my Pop about the shed yesterday, but I went to meet the guys at Happy Tuesday to drink a bunch of beer then went to Lisa’s house and then met Oriana to see Thor at 10 pm. I didn’t get home until 12 and I was beat. I’m beat right now, but I can handle four clients.
I’m house sitting for my brother and his girlfriend tonight and tomorrow night, so I can’t ask my Dad about the weird shed until Friday, or possibly Saturday. Do I ask him in private? It’s 2:40, I should leave soon. A cute old lady just dropped her cane, I need to pick it up for her.