Good day! I hope this post finds you well. I'll get right to it: my great-uncle passed away suddenly, and left me quite an inheritance. A house— very likely ghost free— with a cellar just FULL of these things. Who wants 'em?
I've been unable to visit the house myself, been wrapped up in work. The photo was sent from the phone of the lawyer overseeing my great-uncle's estate, who has vanished, also quite suddenly. Talk about a coincidence!
Anyway! The house could make a lovely summer home, if I can only get rid of this massive collection of eggs. The house is a balmy eighty six degrees, indoors. The lawyer was having trouble with the thermostat, before he dropped his phone and was never heard from again. I'm sure it's completely unrelated to the mysterious clutch of eggs in the cellar.
Please contact me for details, and we can discuss picking up these terribly ominous eggs.
Casey Jones is a screenwriter and VO artist who can't wait to be rid of these things, they give him the heebie-jeebies.