Good evening, and welcome to Nighty Night with Robbie

Chaudhry. Bedtime stories to keep you awake. I'm DJ Lubel, the shows producer. Tonight's

tale is about a woman who discovers a little too much about her family history. Please enjoy

sunken. The moment I heard a knock at my trailer door, I had a sinking feeling. The clunking

thought of a fist against aluminum filled me with an immediate sense of dread. I wasn't expecting

company, and in this neck of the woods, people don't just stop by, unannounced. I pulled

back my thin linen curtain to peek outside. A tall, balding man with narrow features stood

outside at the foot of the steps leading to the door, sweating through his suit jacket.

He noticed me through the window and smiled immediately, but the smile never went past

his eyes. Fake.

Hello, hi there, miss. Are you Jennifer Swell? He yelled. Depends on what you're here

for, I shot her through the closed window. The name's Leonard Claire. I come bearing unbelievably

good news. He's a tent to open the door. I cracked open the small window, allowing my voice

to travel. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a large vanilla envelope folded

in half. Are you aware that you own land in the loom air basin? There was something about

his crooked posture, an odd demeanor that screamed snake oil salesman. But I'd be lying

if I said he didn't peek my curiosity. My horoscope had mentioned good things coming

my way this week. I cautiously opened the door and invited him in. He nodded in thanks and

stepped inside. I offered him some cold sweet tea and waved him towards the chair. He

was awkward as if something about my home made him uncomfortable. I watched as he surveyed

his surroundings. His eyes lingered on an old drawing my mama made when she was young.

I found it after she passed, buried deep in an old trunk full of her belongings. That's

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