“You need to go into the garage. Behind the shelf.”I woke up immediately. It was so real that my heart was racing. I brushed it off at first—just a weird dream—but the next day, the smell in the house was unbearable. For some reason, I couldn’t get my grandfather’s words out of my head.That evening, I went into the garage. The air was thick, heavy, and sure enough, the smell was even stronger in there. I looked at the shelves against the far wall—stacked high with boxes of old books, paint cans, and tools—and I hesitated.Finally, I grabbed the side of the shelf and dragged it forward, the metal legs screeching against the floor.
