True story -
When I was a little kid I lived in an old house with a dark and slightly spooky basement. In the center of the basement was a giant cast iron furnace. It was huge and imposing, the fire-breathing centerpiece of the basement. This was probably a coal furnace originally, and it was later converted to gas. But to a little kid, this giant iron behemoth that would occasionally spring to life with flames was a monster, just waiting to attack me. I always treaded lightly around that thing, afraid that I would wake up a demon inside of it when I got near.
In one of the far corners of the basement was a room with a padlock on it. I never saw anyone go into that room during my entire childhood. I would ask about it now and then and I was told that nobody had a key and nobody knew what was inside it. This led to a considerable air of mystery surrounding this room. What was inside? Cash? A pit? Ghosts? As a kid I always wondered what was on the the side of the door and why won't anyone talk about it?
Many years later when we were getting rid of the property, I came back prepared to get into that room and solve the mystery once and for all. I was able to bypass the lock, and when I finally opened the door, not sure what the heck I was about to see, I found...
Some shelves with empty jars. That's it. No ghosts, aliens, hidden treasures or other family secrets. Just some empty mason jars.
Happy Halloween!