I never imagined that a quiet morning errand would change the way I saw my home forever. I went to the garage simply to find an old toolbox, the single bulb above me flickering like a heartbeat in the dim light. The air was thick with the scent of wood, metal, and time itself. As I moved aside a few dusty boxes, my eyes caught a faint outline in the far corner—a shape half-hidden, almost out of place, yet impossible to ignore.
Curiosity pulled me closer. Cobwebs hung like thin curtains, and the air grew still, as if the room was holding its breath. Behind an old cabinet, something waited—a presence wrapped in silence. My hand trembled slightly as I brushed away the dust, revealing the faint contours of an object that seemed both familiar and foreign, like a memory just beyond reach.
