Morning all. Busy day today so lets jump into it shall we? Timers set for fifteen minutes. And remember don’t stop to edit just let the words hit the page. You can always edit later…
No clue what is in the shed but I will be thinking about it for the rest of the day…
Thursday, June 12th: Rust locked the hinges into place.
Rust locked the hinges into place. Tony stared at the door. It looked as though someone had chained some sort of demonic beast inside. The metal shed had a small lock on the handle where the metal loop came through the metal flap. It was a standard lock. Then someone looped a chain through the door handles a couple of times, securing it with a slightly larger lock. Finally someone had gone all out and ran a chain not only through the door handles but all the way around the shed, looping back through the front handles again. Three times before a very large lock was fitted into place to hold the heavy chain in place. The locks were all solidly rusted shut, the thought of getting any of the keys on his enormous key ring into any of them absurd.
He looked back to the rusted hinges. He thought that he might be able to pull the pins from them, but they were solid limps of rust covered metal, trails of reddish brown forming a solid drip line from the bottom of each hinge nearly to the one below.
Tony stared at the shed, stepping back. He felt instinctively that if someone wanted to lock whatever was in there up that tightly then there was a good reason. The problem was, he couldn’t see it. The shed looked about the same size as the one he had on his own property. It housed his riding lawn mower, had a narrow tool bench and a peg board attached to the wall where all of his various yard working components were stashed. The tool bench was merely a thin platform where he could change out or sharpen the blades on his tools. It held a whet stone and his leather gloves, nothing more.
Despite the chains he kept thinking that this was probably the same sort of thing. It was located on the back of the property and as the garden had been left to it’s own devices for a long time nature had more or less overtaken the shed. Ivy grew, trees encroached and all manner of plants grew up around it. It took him three solid days to hack through it enough to realize there was a building underneath.
And then he found the chains, the locks and the hinges rusted into uselessness.
‘I think they weigh more than the building itself.’
His first thought was that it was locked up for a reason. It flitted across his thoughts and was almost immediately replaced by the thought that he could easily push it down with his lawn mower if he had to. In fact it looked like a good stiff wind would take it down for him now that the surrounding and oddly supportive foliage was gone.
“I wouldn’t,” someone said as Tony stood there oscillating between caution and destruction. He turned and saw Charlie approaching. He fought down the instinctive sneer that wanted to tip to his lips. He hadn’t liked the sight of Charlie when Fischer hired him and time only made him dislike the man more. It seemed as though every time Tony came up with a plan for something, Charlie had a list of reasons why it wasn’t a good idea.
“Wouldn’t what?” Tony asked automatically wanting to do whatever Charlie said he shouldn’t.
“Try knocking it over,” Charlie said. “According to the map there is a stone building hidden underneath the metal.”
Tony snorted. “Must be a small building.”
Ten til Midnight 