We have a nice cooler. It is the right size to take to the beach, or pack in the car for a road trip. It has a top that is flat on one side, which is nice to use as a table surface. If you flip it over, it has cupholders in it. It is easy to carry. It is my favorite cooler.
Last summer my husband used this cooler on a fishing trip. He returned with the cooler and put it in the kitchen. I knew the cooler could contain stinky things and refused to clean it for him. I ask him to clean it out and he agreed.
I forgot about the cooler for a few days. I noticed it in the kitchen and went to put it away. When I picked it up, it was heavy and I could feel things sloshing around in there, and hear cans clinking. I was beginning to dread opening the cooler. I told him to clean it, possibly with bleach. He agreed.
A few more days passed. Again, I notice the cooler. It is still sealed, and I can hear cans, and if I listen closely, a rustling noise. I was afraid, and put the cooler in the yard. I begged him to clean it outside, with the hose. He agreed.
Summer ended. The cooler remained. He asked if we could maybe throw the cooler away, as we both feared what it contained, these many weeks later. I loved the cooler and wanted to save it. The cooler stayed.
Autumn came and went. Winter covered the cooler with snow. It was forgotten. Now, spring is here.
I spotted the cooler in the yard the other day. The dog was growling at it. I cautiously approached, and picked it up. I could feel something sloshing around, and hear the cans. I thought I detected a heartbeat. I put the cooler in the garage, where it remains.
I love the cooler, but I fear the evil that is within. I am torn. Should I open the cooler? Can it be saved? Do I need to have a priest with me?