“Uncle Wallo, there’s rumors about you, people said you had hidden something inside the creepy wood” my young nephew told me, even though no question was asked I know he would be curious about it, kids at his age were always curious.

I’m a old man who open a small business in town, my relatives hardly ever visit me, it was pretty sudden for my brother to ask for me to look over his kid while he was gone for a vacation.

“Do you want to know what I hid and buried in the wood?” I softly quentioned him, a brief expression of terror crawled up his face, I knew it was because I used the word buried.

“Not at all Uncle Wallo, but if you insist you can tell me” he said with a smile, he believe that his uncle wouldn’t harm him.

I also smiled as a reply, “Welp, just don’t tell the others okay?” I said to assure this conversation won’t be known be others, he nodded in agreement.

“Long ago, I have a little daughter, she was the most optimistic girl in the world, her mother passed away giving birth to her” I told my nephew about my blur memory of my daughter.

“One day an anonymous break in to our life, he told me that my daughters optimistic aura could assist the growth of a bizarre plant” I countined my story, the originally uninterested nephew seems to grow the urge to hear more.

I then begin to laugh out loud, “do you know what happened next? I killed my daughter and buried her in the wood! As expected, mysterious plants started to thrive around her body, then I opened my business to sell the plants” my nephew was terrified by my insanity, no wonder why my relatives never visit me, because I’m already driven insane.

My nephew ran outside the house, I followed, not to chase him, but to went into the wood. I dug up the body of my daughter, looking at her dead body, I dead from a heart attack.