10
PM.
Ben
and I’d told mom and dad as soon as they got back from buying breakfast. They
were in disbelief and astonishment when Ben and I explained. But soon, it led
up as to why the apartment had a retched smell and why the curtains were torn.
We showed them the words ‘ROOM 4’ carved on the curtains and mom blanched.
Mrs
and Mr Jones were now in the apartment with us, sitting on the carpet we’d been
sleeping on. They were discussing on what to do together with mom and dad. Ben
and I just watched from afar. Mr Jones was ready with a shovel and what seemed
to be a black plastic for trash just in case mom and dad wanted to ‘do it’
tonight.
“I
say we do it,” I overhear dad say. Mom nods back at him and the four adults
look at the both of us. “Lead the way, mystery siblings.” Mrs Jones says.
Ben
and I show them to the empty wall and Mr Jones starts breaking it down. A
retched smell comes out and I feel like fainting. Ben looks pale as ever and he’s
making disgusting retching sounds.
“Gross,”
Ben says, digging his nose into his t-shirt. I do the same.
Mr
Jones and dad go into the room with a flashlight. They both have their nose in their
shirts and Mr Jones has the black plastic bag opened and ready to scoop up any
corpses. The flashlight is shone all over the room but surprisingly,
The
room’s empty.
“This
is peculiar,” I hear Mr Jones muffled voice say. He and dad come out of the
room. “The room’s empty.”
Ben
and I exchange surprised glances. “That’s not possible,” Ben says. Mr Jones and
dad shake their heads and say, “it’s true, kiddo. The room’s empty.”
“Unless,”
dad says, putting a finger on his chin. He walks slowly on the floor and
suddenly, a floorboard creaks.
It’s
loose.
“You
don’t mean-” Mrs Jones begins. Mr Jones and dad look at each other and immediately
they know what to do. They both lifted the loose floorboard with all their
might until they managed to get it out. Mr Jones threw it aside as mom shone
the torchlight down below the floorboard.
There
they were. Still dressed but dead.
“If
they were here all this while,” I whisper. “Then what was knocking on the door
last night?” Ben looks at me and shudders.
The
adults overhear us talking and look at each other. “You know what,” Mr Jones
says. “Let’s just get the police here and get the bodies out of the apartment.”
Mom
starts calling the police as Mr Jones and dad explore the bottom of the
floorboard in which, in my opinion, is a very weird and creepy thing to do.
They asked Ben to join them but Ben countered, “I have no interest in being in
the second version of the realm of death.”
The
police arrived soon and they explored the place. The hospital was then called
and they arrived, brining body bags.
“There
are more than 6 bodies in there,” the police had said to the adults.
“All
woman?” Mom asked. The police nodded and mom and Mrs Jones looked fairly in
dismal.
The
apartment manager soon gave my family and me a new apartment room, far away
from room 3A but sadly from Mrs and Mr Jones too.
Our
names, together with Mr and Mrs Jones’s, soon appeared in the newspaper
headlines. We celebrated that following night in our new apartment.
“Chicago
isn’t that bad after all,” Ben told me when we were alone. I smirk at him and
say, “yet you were the one against moving here.”
“If
I’d known that we were going to save lost bodies I would’ve wanted to move
without a second thought,” Ben countered, smiling. I smiled back.
“We
start school next week, you know?” I tell him. He sighs. “I know. I’m not
looking forward to that though.”
“A
new adventure awaits at our new school,” I whisper, looking at him gleefully. “I
can feel it.”
-End.
