When Linda placed her bid at a local storage auction, she never expected to win. The abandoned locker had been sitting untouched for years, its door streaked with rust and mystery. “Two hundred fifty, going once…” the auctioneer called. Linda raised her hand without thinking. The hammer fell. Sold.
She smiled awkwardly as the crowd dispersed. Most buyers walked away with junk—broken furniture, old clothes, forgotten memories. But something about this unit felt different.
As she unlocked the metal door, a rush of cold air hit her face. The smell of dust and oil hung heavy. Inside, the dim light revealed a pile of boxes—and something metallic glinting in the corner.
“What on earth…” she whispered, stepping inside.
