It took a lot of effort to push open the heavy metal door that stood in my way of success. There were thumps on the steps as I slowly dragged my feet down the stairs. I didn’t know this room was here or what it was, though I knew there was a secret room somewhere. Honestly, I’m scared. I don’t know what’s down here. I’m basically walking into the unknown. Luckily I brought my shovel with me incase anything goes wrong.

I finally get down to the bottom of the steps and I finally see the room I struggled so much to find. Wait. There’s nothing in here? It’s just a plain old room, walls made from old wood, the floors a cement that obviously hasn’t been stepped on in ages. Is that really all there is?

A voice in my mind says “look closer,” so I do. I run my hand along the brown walls, dust and dirt building up on my fingers. *click*. Found it.

The hatch in the corner of the room opened and revealed a small hole, perfectly sized for a body. Now that I look closer, there is an outline of a body in that hole. The room smells terrible and the dirt down here isn’t helping.

My face shows confusion because I am confused. Why is this stuff down here? Inside the hole I reached down and found some rope and tape. Who needs this room and why? Does someone plan on doing something bad? Of course, I already know the answer to that question. I bet my dad who followed me down here and thinks I didn’t notice also knows. What a handy shovel this is.

This door will never be opened again and I’ll make sure of it. Of course, the spot was perfectly cut for my dad. I mean, I did make it. I wonder how long it took him to see through my act.