Buried in the Wall
Written by, Jonnie Kae
My grandfather was buried two days ago and left me his old house along with a sealed envelope. Right now, it’s 3:00 pm on a Friday afternoon, and I got a knock at door. It was a Police officer.
I opened the door to find out what he wanted.
“Hello officer, how can I help you?” I said.
“My name is Sheriff Watson. I came to seize this house. You have one hour to gather all of your belongings.” He said.
“What?! Why?!” I yelled. “You can’t take my house!”
“Courts orders mam.”
He handed me a piece of paper that said the house was being foreclosed. My eyes couldn't believe what I as reading. Why didn't my grandfather tell me he was having problems keeping the old house? I don’t know, but right now, I have to get out of here.
I decided to check into the local monthly motel in my neighborhood. It wasn't too far from my grandfather’s old house.
I opened the envelope and it was just a letter inside. It said:
If you’re reading this letter, that means I’m no longer here. I know that this must be hard on you, but maybe there is a way I can relieve some of your stress. Nobody else knows about this but you. Promise me, that you will never let anyone else find out about this letter and make sure you are alone before reading any further.
Downstairs inside of the basement, there is something inside of the wall. There’s a briefcase, behind the bricks. Count 4 bricks down and 8 bricks across, going toward right, and you will be able to push the brick out. Once you have pushed it out, the other 4 around it will come a loose.
Was this guy hitting on me? How ironic. He bought my grandfather’s house away from me, and now I’m thinking about having a drink with him.
“Sure.” I said. “A glass of orange juice would be fine.”
“Great!” He opened the door and led me into the kitchen. “I don’t know anybody in town yet. I only bought this house so that I can finish writing a book I’m working on, then I’m going to put it back on the market.”
As he poured me a glass of orange juice, I couldn't help but to admire his physique.
“Are you married or do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.
“Oh, no!” he said. “What’s inside of that briefcase?”
“Nothing! Just papers!”
“Let me see!”
He grabbed the briefcase from out of my hands, and that just made me furious. He had a bunch of old guns on the wall, so I picked one up and pointed at him.
“Put the briefcase down!” I yelled.
“What are you going to do with that?” He joked. “Do you even know how to use a gun?”
He started laughing hysterically and pushed me out of the way, to take my briefcase upstairs. That’s when I fired the gun. BANG! BANG!
To be continued…