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of bullets, and on one wall, various jars and bottles of different sizes containing God knows what.
    The room was small, but it was packed with stuff that I didn’t recognize as ever belonging to my mom. The smell of musty old books, mildew and a sharp metallic smell hung in the air, like the shutter hadn’t been opened in years, which it probably hadn’t, not since the last time Mom had been there. It had a lost tomb kind of feel to it, a place filled with dangerous and mysterious items.
    Who was paying the rent on this place if my mom was dead?
    “Jesus,” Kasey said, looking around the room with wide eyes. “What the hell was your mom into? Was she like a domestic terrorist or something, one of those survivalist nutjobs? That would maybe explain some of this stuff here.”
    “My mom wasn’t a nutjob.” Not that I knew off anyway.
     “Sorry,” Kasey said and quickly changed the subject. “Is that weed?”
    I looked to where she was pointing. There was a bench that ran the full length of the back wall where the weapons hung. On the bench there were more weapons and ammunition, some dusty looking books and various glass jars with weird stuff in them that wasn’t immediately identifiable, although I wasn’t sure I wanted to classify half that stuff. Kasey picked up one of the jars. “This looks like weed, man.” She opened the jar and recoiled at the smell. “Holy shit that is definitely not weed. Jesus…” Her eyes were watering. “What the hell is this stuff?”
    “Don’t mess with it,” I said. Something told me that whatever was in those jars and bottles could be dangerous. My mother didn’t store them away in secret for nothing.
    Why did she store any of this stuff away in secret? Apart from the obvious of not wanting anyone to find it. But what did she use it all for?
    “There’s something else here.” Kasey handed me a manila envelope which I opened. Inside there was a book and a CD. The disc had my name written on it.
    “This just gets weirder by the minute,” I said.
    “No shit,” Kasey said. “What are all these weapons for? There’s some really cool shit here.” She took one of the swords off the wall and started swinging it around.
    “Hey,” I snapped. “Put it back.”
    Kasey looked at me like a child who had just been scolded. “You’re no fun.”
    “All this shit is dangerous. Just don’t touch anything.”
    I opened the book that was in the envelope. It was thick and leather bound and every page appeared to be filled with my mother’s handwriting, along with sketches of monsters who were more than familiar to me by now. “This is crazy.” I shook  my head.
    “What?” Kasey was picking up knives from the bench and examining them.
    “Nothing.” I closed the book. “I told you not to touch anything.”
    “Jeez, how could I not touch this stuff?” She threw her arms out. “Look around, man. Aren’t you excited by all this?”
    Excited?
    Not really, not a ‘kid in a toy shop’ excited like Kasey. The truth was I didn’t know what to think. If all the stuff in that room once belonged to my mom, then she had been some kind of hunter. There was no other way to explain it. I would have thought her insane if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d seen monsters with my own eyes. Not to mention what I witnessed as a kid—the demon taking my near dead mother away. As crazy as it seemed, it was all starting to make a mad kind of sense.
    My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Josh texting: WR R U? I texted back that I was on my way home. “We gotta go.”
    “But we only just got here,” Kasey protested. “There’s so much stuff to look through.”
    “Another time. Josh needs the car.”
    “Alright.” Kasey slumped her shoulders  and shuffled out of the room once I’d opened the shutter again. I took one last look into the room before switching off the light and pulling the shutter down.
    “What do you think is on the disc?” Kasey asked.
    Standing in the