One day as i was roaming through the school corridors I saw that there was a new poster pinned on top of our huge board. The poster was about a competition about old fashion. You were supposed to find the oldest clothes you could find and combine them to wear for school. I thought it was a great opportunity to check our attic that no one uses which is stored with plenty of old stuff. I had never seen the attic before but my dad says that his parents used the place about 60 years ago and he had never thouched them since then.
As the competition time got closer I was losing my patience because my dad told me he would let me go inside tomorrow again and again and again but he never would. The competition was going to take place in 3 days! I needed time to make the best combination out possible with the things I could find. I came up to my dad and asked him one last time to enter the attic. The conversation went like:
-Dad can I enter the attic the competition date is really close.
-Sorry son but It is getting late you need to wait until tomorrow. I promise you I will give you the key to the attic tomorrow.
-What possibly are you hiding in the attic dad. It is not like you are hiding a body or something in there right?
-Hiding a body, pft haha so funny now GO TO YOUR ROOM!
I didn’t understand why he was so angry was I right? Was he actually hiding a body? I needed to find out. I told my concerns to my mother and she couldn’t find an answer to why he would act that way. I guess I was going to find out tomorrow.
At the middle of the night I woke up to a loud noise. It was coming from outside. I looked out of the window and saw that may fathers car was fastly leaving the house. I went down and my father was nowhere to be seen and the attic door was left right open. I went inside and saw a really dirty place which was empty except for a large rectangular stain on the ground. Almost like a coffin…