With no will and no living relatives the house and its contents are up for auction.
The room is a disaster of audio tape cassettes. Most of the boxes seem to have degraded and vomited their contents into a communal chaos. All seem to be unlabelled.
It takes him three hours. He decides to take one; part souvenir, part curiosity.
His old cassette player is in the garage and that’s where he listens to it.
Ten minutes of crackling static. Disappointed, he is just about to give up.
Then the screaming starts.
Human and real.
Far too real.