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“We were deep down there in the Amazon Basin at the time,” my father shared in his deep storytelling voice and Louisiana accent, “In there you couldn’t see more than a foot in front of ya with all the leaves and such. So when we was two steps in front of an army base we all started sweating bullets!

“Everyone piped down real quiet now trying to sneak out but instead I signaled everyone to stop moving. I knew something just wasn’t right ya see, a bunch of army boys out in the rainforest here be bored out they mind just sitting around in silence, and there wasn’t no talking or anything from the camp.”

“Everyone was behind me while I crept into the camp, and I was right, no one was in there. My jog returning back to the team broke the silence left in the air, igniting the most disgusting cry and yip, stopping me in my tracks. Your mother was the only one I saw sprinting out from the corner. That was enough to get me to move. We never say the rest of them or that base again.”

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I slammed the freezing car door, jumping into the icebox with a shudder. Cranking the engine roughly three times until it finally roared, followed by the blasting of any hot air this old car’s heater could shove out. Putting my hands beneath my armpits, shaking back and forth like a madman, I glanced at my phone. Their address only about an hour away from my current pitstop.

Switching between stations to find anything that wasn’t a static mess, my phone buzzed, almost falling out of its mount before I caught it to see a message from Mason.

“I don’t know if you have service but be safe out there and good luck with your family!”

He stubbornly still called them my family, sticking to his guns on how important it is to reconnect. This was most likely going to be one of the last messages I’d be able to send out in Hicksville so I responded,

“I’ll be fine, have a good day at work, and I’ll text you as soon as I’m out.”

While waiting, I figured it was time to respond to Riley’s complaining I avoided from last night. She was really cool, but around the time I started getting ready to head out and settle the inheritance with my grandfather’s siblings she got really weird.

“No it’s fine you and Mason don’t have to go, it’s mainly just an alumni thing so it wouldn’t really work for you two.”

This was her late response to me asking her about a dinner party she had mentioned before. Even though we dropped out, it was never a problem before, the whole group always welcomed us, but whatever, things can change.

“No worries, ask Harry how the baby is doing for me! We should hang out when I get back.”

The lady who’s supposedly my great aunt finally hobbled her way into the passenger seat. Every moment was silent and awkward, for everything I said to her was responded by a resounding,

“Huh?” “Speak up boy!” or “What?”

So it was just better to watch the road, however that left all my questions unanswered. Like how she made it to my house without a way to get back, how exactly she was related to my grandpa, how she knew where I lived, and most importantly why dad never mentioned grandpa.

Honestly, I just figured grandpa was dead since it was literally never brought up while dad was alive. Mom right now can barely recall my face, and even mentioning dad to her makes her scream, vomit, and panic.

Years later, when this lady shows up I figured that finally someone can help me out, but this old hag apparently just wants to give me money. Mason convinced me getting away from work will help de-stress, even if I don’t want to accept the inheritance.

Not that there would be much to accept, I thought, as pulling into the lot of a multi-colored home my grandpa had apparently lived in. Back into the unforgiving cold, the presence of the home loomed in anticipation while my aunt skipped from the car to the door in excitement.

“Oh my goodness! Look at this handsome young man!” One of the other ladies shouted from inside the home.

They all swarmed me, giving me hugs and greetings. Assuming they were all siblings to grandpa, he would’ve had two brothers and three sisters, all quite small and wrinkled with greeting, smiling faces filled with unbridled joy.

“Connie, don’t he look just like me I mean, c’mon!” One of the men said.

“Oh not at all, I’m sure he’s a hit with the ladies unlike you!”

They all cheered in laughter as they guided me inside their tranquil and cozy home. Wallpaper covered the home that had wooden cabinets and a dark blue carpet. The heat and smell of burning wood comforted me as they took my bag and coat, immediately offering a bowl of chilli. I don’t like chili at all but this feeling was far too greeting and comfortable to protest.

Until they went out on the boat trip, Mom and Dad were workhorses to the max. I have nothing to complain about, but this serenity of home and comfort must have been why Mason put such‌ importance on it.

Before I even remembered the reason I came here I was caught up in talking to them, eating, watching home videos of my dad, playing Rummikub, and other nonsense before the aunt who brought me here snapped me out.

“Regarding your father’s death.” She said in the unfamiliar somber tone, bringing the mood drastically down.

“He was meant to take on your grandfather's estate a while ago, but he refused which made them break apart. Now that your grandfather’s dead we have no choice but to hand it down.”

“Well I wanted to ask, since I don't even know him why wouldn’t he just give it to you all and your kids?” I asked sincerely,

They all paused for a moment and collectively laughed heartily at the idea.

“Look at us boy, what’s a bunch of old crones like us going to do with that?” One of the uncles joked as I decided to laugh along. “Plus you’re the last one, none of us got any kids so lucky you!”

Once the laughter started to die, I asked the next uncomfortable question, “Well, I mean, sorry if this is rude, but what are the metrics of the inheritance?”

This wasn’t met with laughter but instead, a somber look all their faces.

“Your grandfather worked to the day he died.” One of the aunts said, “I’m sure you don’t know much about him, but believe me when I say you’ll find it worth the time you took to come up here.”

“Really? What did he do for work?”

“Many things,” she scoffed.

“Like what?”

They collectively chuckled together as if I fell for some prank. I awkwardly joined the laugh looking around in confusion as the aunt who brought me here spoke up.

“Well, for now it’s gotten quite late so ‌go get some rest and we’ll get it all settled at dawn.”

That’s the last piece I remember properly, anything past that I can’t recall if it was a dream or just a lucid state. I remember lying down in a bed far too small for me, being uncomfortable with a swelling migraine and in a sweat peering around the room to the pitch black doorway. I stared at it for longer than necessary, letting my eyes adjust, slowly bringing up the exposure for any whites to become visible.

Within the barely visible hallway, at the top of the doorway, my sight unveiled the darkness to something resembling a wrinkled, hateful face.

As I woke the memory of my fathers story about that camp came to me, and I had to write down all the parts I could before it burned away.

The house was completely fine, as was I aside from the lasting migraine. Changed into my clothes in the crisp house, realizing it was still only four in the morning, I quieted down as much as possible in the silence.

Killing time by going through my most recent research report on algae, which I planned to submit a while also confirming I, in fact, have no service. Creeping through the hallway aiming for the bathroom, I had to pass through every other room.

Entering the living room, on the furthest wall from me, facing the window, all five members of the household stood in the dark.

Immedietly jumping and shuddered in fear, then started to catch my breath, not letting my eyes off them for a moment.

“Hello?” I begged in heavy breaths.

Silence.

“Is everything alright?”

“Hello?”

I started to inch back into my room planning to grab my keys and leave immediately. The inheritance wasn’t really on my list of concerns anymore. I can't be bothered to deal with this.

Originally, after speaking to them, I figured taking whatever was for me would be fine. I was afraid that I would be the kid who never worked for anything and still benefited. However, now after sharing conversation, I didn’t think there would be any ill feelings attached, and I was hoping to tap into grandpa's fortune, but now-

Breaking my thoughts was a window shattering and rapid, wild, uncontrollable footsteps sprinting from the house into dirt.

I dashed over to figure out what the hell was going on only to see on the horizon all 5 of my relatives had sprinted out of the house. Even as I’m writing this hours later, no one has shown up yet.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, startled I checked it and by some miracle I had service, which I thought was going to be literally impossible but against my beliefs three messages from Mason and a response from Riley was on my screen. Riley being the most recent, I read hers first.

“That would be fun, but I have a lot of work and practice to do, you know I have a recital coming up. I don’t blame you, I’m sure you wouldn’t understand, Mr. Nobel haha. If only i...

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