Beneath the Backyard: A Family’s Unexpected Journey Into the Past
It began like any other afternoon. James was sorting through bills when his son, Liam, burst in from the attic, eyes wide and brimming with tears. At first, James chalked it up to childhood nerves—creaky floorboards, dusty corners, maybe a spider. But something in Liam’s voice made him drop everything and run upstairs.
He didn’t know it yet, but that moment—so small, so ordinary—was the first step into a mystery buried deep within their home.
For years, James and his wife, Emma, had seen their suburban house as nothing more than a cozy refuge. Familiar. Predictable. But back in 2018, the first hint of something unusual had quietly surfaced. That winter had been brutal, and by spring, their once lush yard was scarred. The arborvitae trees they’d planted for privacy had been stripped bare by hungry deer. While walking the garden, debating replacements, James spotted something strange: a weathered metal box wedged awkwardly among the branches.
