23/04/2024
Freddy moved into the abandoned house as soon as he received the keys. It was better than he imagined it. His father had bought it for a decent price, but after marrying Doreen, they moved into the big mansion that Hazel inherited.
It still stung that his parents didn't think he was good enough to get it. Hell, I'm not good enough to receive a fair split of their estate. But it didn't matter anymore. It was his new house, and he had to take advantage of it.
Two weeks later, in process of renovation, Freddy stumbled upon a small room, which must have been intended as a home office. But it was the first time he took it in and saw a strange protrusion in a corner. "Ugh, don't tell me this floor is rotten or something."
He bent a knee and touched the strange unevenness on the floorboards, and surprisingly, his hand went through the floor.
"What?" Freddy muttered aloud and got his phone. With his flashlight, he took a better look and saw… stairs leading into the darkness.
He took a slash hammer and destroyed all the rotten parts, which corresponded with the size of the trap door. The rest of the floor seemed normal enough. "Oh, man. I bet it's flooded down there," Freddy muttered as he started going down.
When Freddy shone a light into the corner of the hidden room, he turned pale. He understood why his father had left this house to him. At that moment, he remembered his father's last words…
