{Eric Brittingham}
Behind the back road leading to my house, there was a neglected shed built of slabs. Cheyenne and i discovered the shed when taking Gizmo for an outdoor walk along the road.
"What's this?" Cheyenne studied the shed, taking notice of every splint in the decaying wood.
"Looks like an out house to me." I said. Gizmo sniffed the wood; carefully, as if he felt like the wood would jump-out at him any second.
Cheyenne took the handle of the door in her hand.
"What are you doing? this is some one's property!" i told her.
She pulled the handle, struggling to open the door. the wood creaked with every effort made.
"Don't' just stand there, Eric! help me!"
I tied the end of Gizmo's leash around a nearby tree and helped Cheyenne pull on the door.
Cheyenne looked at me with a curious expression as the door squeaked open.
"Look, it's only a shed, not like there's dead bodies in here or anything." i said.
The sun light beamed into the shed. stocked shelves upon the walls were now visible. Cheyenne entered the shed, looking at the treasures along the shelves.
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