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underground room.  She had only been down there one time, when she had inspected the house prior to buying, and she didn’t want to go there again.  She felt along the side of the wall until her right foot was on the cement floor.  It was dusty and threw her into a sneezing fit, nearly causing her to drop the rifle.  She could still hear it, the unsettling rustling sound, as if someone was going through her stuff.  But there was nothing down here.  Vicki didn’t need the extra space, so she had installed a lock on the door to keep out the ghosts that her overactive mind had created.  Now she wasn’t so sure that they didn’t truly exist.  She lifted the rifle and aimed toward the sound.  She screamed as a mouse ran out from behind an old table that had been mounted to the floor in the corner.  She set the rifle down and decided to check out what the mouse had discovered that made so much noise.
    The table was open on the side that faced the wall and Vicki reached inside, hoping that something wasn’t waiting to bite her.  She pulled out cash and lots of it.  Stacks and stacks of U.S. currency had been stashed inside the table and Vicki pulled out as much of it as she could.  When the light from the room was sufficient enough to see the money, she began counting it.  In one stack she counted ten thousand dollars.  She was no genius when it came to math, but she guessed there to be nearly a million dollars hidden inside of the old table.  She carried the stacks of bills up the stairs and into the kitchen where she crashed into Wilson.
    “Wilson, what are you doing?”
    “Your scream woke me.  What’s with all the cash, Vicki?”
    “I heard something in the basement.  It was a mouse and there’s a table with stacks of cash inside it.”  She was talking so fast that she wasn’t sure she was making any sense.
    “Really?”  Wilson sat down at the table, looking at her in disbelief.  “Tell me another one.”
    “Seriously, Wilson.  You don’t think I have this kind of money, do you?”
    “I don’t know, but it does seem that you’ve got a lot of big plans involving money.”
    “I’ll prove it.  Come with me.”
    Wilson followed Vicki down the stairs into the dark basement where eerie shadows seemed to assume the shapes of various haunting figures along the walls.
    “What is this, anyway?”
    “A wet stinky basement.”
    Wilson tried to pull the table from the wall, but it had been well mounted.  “This thing was not meant to be removed, or perhaps it was not meant to be found.”  He eyed her somewhat suspiciously and Vicki bristled.
    “I didn’t even know it was here until today,” she denied.
    “Take it easy.  There’s probably enough blame to go around.  Got a flashlight?”
    Vicki took the stairs two at a time and fished a flashlight out of the back of a kitchen drawer.  Nearly tripping on the way back down, she took a step back when she saw Wilson with her rifle in his hand.
    “What are you doing with a loaded gun?”
    “I…I guess for self-defense.”
    Removing the bullets, he put them into his pocket and set the gun aside.  “It’s not staying here.  I’m locking it up…at my house.”
    Vicki wanted to argue with him, but she could tell by the look on his face that it wouldn’t help.  When they had finally scooped out the stacks of money, they took the loot upstairs and laid it out on the kitchen table.  “Who do you think put it there?”
    “Couldn’t say, but it’s old, and damn, there’s a lot of it.”
    “Who left it here?”
    “Oh, Vicki, stop trying to make this into some teen mystery novel.  This is a butt load of money and it has probably been in your basement for centuries, or at least decades.”  Wilson fanned a stack of bills and peered through them like some kind of mad man.
    “You’re a nut.”
    “I’m a nut you like to crack.”
    Vicki took the stack of bills from his hand.  “Get serious.  What are we supposed to do with