Jennifer's House Last Revelation
Finally, the house was being sold, it was a done deal, however, for Jennifer, it was time to get the old boxes out of the attic, it was the last thing to go. It wasn't her preference, but no one else could do it. It was dark and damp; a layer of dust rested on the boxes as if covering the grief hidden inside them. Bitter memories watered her eyes as she looked through some photo albums, an era that seemed to have slipped away with time taking her joy, a father who decided to abandon his wife and daughter for no reason. Suddenly, a creaking sound under her feet caught her attention. An expression of distress crossed her face as she discovered that the house was in worse shape than she had thought. Resigned, she decided to leave the problem to the new owner, dealing with distressing memories was enough. Unfortunately, the uncertainty of having to lower the sale price, even more, seized her and she decided to check the extent of the damage. To her surprise, she found a dark hole that seemed to lead somewhere under the loose slats.
