Her Secrets

On a bright beautiful Sunday morning, I walked into the kitchen where my mom and brother were sitting. It’s finally summer, I thought. I could finally just sit back and relax and not worry about anything. We used to live in the countryside, but a month ago we moved to a beach house. I plan to go down to the beach and swim every day.

My mom jolted me back to reality when she said, “Ocean, hunny we are going to go clean out Grandma’s old house today. You will be in charge of the attic and her bedroom.” That ruined my plans of going to the beach. Well, nothing I can do about it. I can’t argue with my mom. I was kind of sad though, as grandma did die only two months ago.

After I have my delicious avocado toast and scrambled eggs, I went to the bathroom to wash up. I washed my face and then I put on a tank top and jean shorts. Then, I got my mom and we started heading over to grandma’s house.

My mom started clearing up the kitchen and dining room. I had no idea where my dad has been today and no clue where my brother went after breakfast. It doesn’t matter. I headed up to my grandma’s bedroom. I looked in her room, nothing much just a wardrobe, clothes, and few papers scattered here and there.

I cleared everything but her wardrobe. As I started moving it, it felt like there was a door back there. I pushed the wardrobe out of my way, and I was right: there was a door. I didn’t call my mom as I knew that she’s probably busy downstairs. I entered by myself and, in the room, there were so many papers. They were scattered everywhere: they were on floor, stacked up to the ceiling. Then I took out my phone and shined my flashlight. I could see that there were random symbols written all over the walls. I was confused as my grandmother never mentioned any witchcraft or anything weird about herself. I wondered: what secrets she could be hiding? Does my mom know? Was I meant to find this?

there will be a part two