Lost Bodies.

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.