The Japanese maples made the place look spectacular and there was no escaping the beauty of the autumn colours but it didn’t change a single thing. The old shed was haunted.
No came near the old place as to do so was the awaken the ghost of Old Man Turner, the cantankerous old grouch who occupied the shed for sixty years before they found him dead one day.
If you went there you had this sense that behind you was something malevolent. The cold chills down your spine didn’t do anything to help the situation.
I only went there once, to say goodbye to Mr. Turner who despite his infamy was my neighbor and I understood his reclusive life. His one great love had died in the front room and he never got over it and in death his spirit wanted to protect her memory as he had done so in life.