My husband and I spend a lot of our free time wandering the shadows of the back country and the neon lights of the city—pizza on the console, no destination in mind. Either way, it’s always an adventure. We stumble across the most amazing and bizarre things.

 

While driving through Camrose County, we came across a beautiful little bridge tucked into a valley. Absolutely picturesque. We pulled over to explore a bit more. Under the bridge was a spread of gorgeous graffiti, so of course I started snapping photos. As I moved closer, I noticed the riverbank had a small entryway or hollow. Then something caught my eye—a green, rusty metal toolbox sitting right on the bank.

 

Creepy, I thought. Completely out of place.

 

I approached with hesitation, still taking pictures and documenting as I do. But the vibes? Off the charts. I couldn’t bring myself to actually open the box, so I went back to photographing the graffiti instead.

 

My husband, braver than me, walked over to it. I teased him: “I dare you to open it.”

He hesitated for only a moment before lifting the lid carefully with his foot.

 

“It’s a dead bird!” he blurted out, practically jumping back.

 

I thought he was messing with me—so of course I had to look.

 

Oh no. Nope. Time to leave. NOW.

Inside the box was a dead magpie.

 

Someone had deliberately placed it there on the riverbank.

Nope. Not today, devil box.

 

We made a beeline back to the truck and agreed we will not be returning to that spot anytime soon.

Wrong energy. Wrong vibe.

 

Xo,

Miss K

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