Man Inherits Uncle’s Truck, Then His Aunt Tells Him This

Matchboxes

Mark reached in and grabbed one of the boxes. They were small and looked like oversized matchboxes—the kind used for lighting fireplaces. Their paper coverings were faded and dusty. They looked old. Really old. Something about them felt off. “That seems dangerous,” Mark mumbled. Why would someone hide dozens of tiny boxes under a truck? His instincts screamed at him.