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  “Welcome back Jujubees!” A young auburn twenty something girl speaks into the camera. “I wanted to start this video by apologizing for going radio silent for the last week…” she glances around the room. “But I’m back making videos again now! So, everything is ok.”

  “Anyway, guys look around, this isn't my apartment! I know you all must have so many questions; Where did I go? What happened? Why am I recording somewhere new? Do I have some kind of super-secret new content I was getting ready all last week?” She steps back from the camera, letting the viewers see more of the room.

  She is standing in what looks like a hunting lodge, wood everywhere. With stuffed game and other random objects mounted on the walls. The vast majority of those other things look like well-made, historically accurate, medieval weapons. The armory covering the wall around the fireplace is less imposing than you might expect.

  The various stuffed trophies, however, are significantly more bizarre. They all could be rare mutations of classic wildlife, but many of them would look more at home in some out-of-the-way tourist trap in Oregon. The kind of place that might try to convince you that mythical legendary beasts and cryptids still roamed the American woodlands.

  The rest of the room has big, cushioned leather chairs facing towards the fireplace. On the whole the room somehow manages to be cluttered but cozy. The oddity of the space is so overwhelming it wraps right around to being normal. The only thing breaking up the cozy hunting lodge aesthetic are the boxes.

  The boxes are everywhere. In the chairs, stacked up by the fireplace, on top of and under every table in the room. Containers of all shapes, sizes, and types dominate the room, papers and trinkets overflowing out of many of them barely contained.

  The girl spreads her arms showing off the clutter. “Well, I have answers, and some new bizarre content. First, though, I’ve got to tell you why I disappeared for a week.” She takes a deep breath, then looks right into the camera lens.

  “My Grandma is dead.” She lets that sit for a moment, staring sadly into the camera. “For the last week since I got the news, I’ve been an absolute wreck, crying, screaming, being dramatic… I did not take it well. I know, it just sucks. I just…” It looks hard for her to get these words out.

  “Those of you who have been following for a long time probably have a good idea what happens next. The family got involved. For the new viewers, my family sucks. We're like the poster children for dysfunction.”

  The girl sits down on a chair made of boxes, centered in frame. She has to hold herself down to the seat, her hands white on the handles of the plastic crates at the front of the improvised chair.

  “The funeral was terrible, Jujubees. Wish I had thought to secretly record it so you guys could have seen it. It was a freaking clown show for the poor woman. Seriously. I know my Gran wasn’t perfect, but nobody will tell me why they hated her so much.” The girl slumps against the cardboard boxes backing her seat.

  “She was cool, always had these stories,” her voice shakes. “And apparently, she was rich, like stupid rich. That's why the whole family even bothered to show up.”

  She stays leaning back for a few seconds, sniffs, then hauls herself up to stand right in front of the camera again. “It’s ok guys. I’m ok.” another sniff, “What’s important is Juju here,” she points at herself, “has got a new case to dig into, on request from my late Grandmother herself. She's specifically asked me to share it with all of you, my wonderful viewers.”

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  “My Grandma left me a letter, her house, and everything in it. We, viewers, will start with the letter and over the next few weeks will get to the rest. If half of what is in this letter can be confirmed, we are all in for one of the greatest unboxing series of all time.” She leans in and shows the camera an envelope. Holding it there for a second so the camera can focus on the name written in a beautiful flowing cursive, Judy Jubrie.

  She pulls the envelope back and grabs out the letter and speaks with a smile that now reaches her obviously red and puffy eyes. “As you all already know, all documents I refer to in my videos will be tagged in the description. Those of you who would like to follow along with this mystery, check that out, like, and subscribe to the channel. Now, let's find out. Who was my Grandmother really?”

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