Last stop of the day

Garage sale hopping has always been somewhat of a tradition that Derek has been into, ever since his dad would take him every second Sunday when he was younger to try and find what they could. That was before his dad turned into as, Derek would describe, "the biggest asshole on the entire planet." Funnily enough, Derek and Jade originally planned their move to their new neighbourhood to be closer to him, but their fallout happened just a few months prior. But Derek never stopped going to garage sales, and he's continued to do it since. It's kind of became strategic for him; which place to stop first, how long to stay, where to go next. Almost a science.

Today, his last stop would be a house he was somewhat familiar with. In a nice neighbourhood, an ugly or different house tends to stand out the most, and this was that house. Growing up with a best friend that lived beside it, he had heard a bunch of spooky stories on why the house was so odd or unkempt, but never thought anything of it. Seeing the estate listing in the newspaper today hit with a wave of nostalgia.

Pulling onto the street, Derek was sort of surprised to see that the house still basically looked the same. No painting had been fixed, no touch-ups or work had been done and the grass on the property was wildly overgrown. It was like nothing had changed, except time passing. Not wasting any time, Derek stopped across the street and made his way over to the people gathered among the lawn.

As Derek approached, he noticed something was, kind of off for this garage sale. For one, the items on display on the lawn. Most of the time, things like old appliances, boxes, tools, golf clubs, television sets, gaming consoles, books, furniture is what you can usually expect, but this time was different. The first item to grab Dereks attention was a six foot hand-sculpted statue, boasting a completely naked woman, from head to toe. As Derek approached the statue, he noticed that the womans face was sculpted mid-expression, one that was almost encapsulating lust or pleasure. And it wasn't alone, many things scattered across the lawn looked extremely peculiar, with some outright lewd.

"Pretty well done, yeah?"

Derek jumped, instantly being broken from his curious trance. "Yeah, it's really.. well done." He said gathering himself, and turning around to see who he was speaking too. The voice seems familiar.