On the very first day, he gathered all the trash into large bags, took out the remaining furniture, swept the floor, and decided to start with the living room, where the walls were in the worst condition. The wallpaper was incredibly stubborn, and he spent nearly an hour removing a small section before finally peeling off the first layer — underneath it was a second, and under that a third.

The more he removed, the more convinced he became that the previous owner had been hiding something, because no one puts up four layers of wallpaper without a reason.

At one point, when he tore off another piece, he noticed a black hole beneath the wallpaper, as if someone had deliberately broken through the wall and then covered it.

He carefully lifted the edges with a putty knife, widened the opening, and realized something was hidden behind the wall. He grabbed a flashlight, carefully reached inside, and saw something that made his blood run cold 😱😨 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

He felt cold metal. With trembling fingers, he pulled out an object, and moments later a narrow iron box wrapped in old electrical tape lay before him.

He set it on the floor, spent a long time trying to open it because the lid was stuck, and when it finally clicked open, the man froze.

Inside were two firearms with no serial numbers, a hunting knife wrapped in cloth with a dried brown crust, several old passports with different names — none matching the deceased owner’s — and a thick folder tied with string.

He untied it, and out fell newspaper clippings about missing people, notes about individuals who had been searched for months or even years, and next to them were photographs — some clearly taken secretly, through a window or from bushes.

On the back of the photos were notes: dates, addresses, and short descriptions, as if the previous owner had kept a real “surveillance file.”

The deeper the man went through the folder, the more terrified he became, because the amount of material was enormous, and everything indicated that the deceased owner was not the quiet elderly man the realtor had described, but was most likely connected to the disappearances the whole town had once talked about.