I think I've got it open!

Jerry could not help but crow triumphantly as the rusted metal lock fell away from the storage shed door.

It clanked against the ramshackle plywood ramp underneath his feet, and he kicked it into the unmoed grass.

Thank God!

His wife Paula's voice came from behind his shoulder.

I was about to give up and call someone to bulldoze the entire thing.

That would be a waste of money, Jerry said.

After all, we have no idea what's inside.

There can be some real gold in here.

Old video games, exercise equipment, a riding lawnmower.

He shoved his hands underneath the bent lip of the shed's door and started to push it upward. The aluminum groaned and crinkled as it folded

in, sliding up its track reluctantly and disappearing into the roof above his head.

Hold! His wife coughed and waved her hand in front of her face.

Oh my God, it smells like rotten garbage.

It might be rotten garbage, Jerry smiled and stepped into the shed.

The floor sank a bit underneath his shoe, and he put a little extra weight on his leg

to test it out before taking another step.

Careful where you step. I don't think this is very well supported.

Really nice of the previous owners to leave us a whole building we can't use.

Paula made a face and looked around.

As if leaving all that shit in the attic wasn't enough for us to deal with.

We found some good stuff there, though, he said.

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