I help the guy next door with his garden sometimes. He gives me a few dollars a week to keep the flowers watered and stuff like that. I offered to trim the hedge but he says he likes to keep it like that to camouflage his workshop.
He builds these, I don’t know, robot-looking things like the Tin Man from OZ in there. Some of them turn their heads or wave their arms, and when they move they make this really horrible squeaking sound.
The first time I saw the inside of the workshop I was surprised I hadn’t heard the noise before, but he plays really loud classical music and that mostly drowns it out.
The music stopped this morning.
And then the robot things started walking.
Luckily, they’re kind of slow.
I locked the door, but the squeaking is getting closer.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.