Old House Rediscovered

The moderator gave us a phrase and we were free to write about anything that we wanted to. Time given to write was 10 minutes. 

The prompt was : “A couple renovating an old house discovered an old passage.”

The house was in my family for generations. He never believed me when I said that I have heard weird noises at night. Not until we went ahead and break the walls.  My mom was against it. He was against it. He hated that the old crumbling wall had to go. They had to go sometimes. 

As a kid I almost always trying to peer in to the crack on the very wall. As a kid, I was scared by the slightest of noise. I was scared by the smallest of flicker from the candle. It was not a big surprise that there was a passage way behind the wall. It was not a surprise, granddad was big in mystery. What was the fact that there were clean clothes neatly packed to the side and there were food. Not much but enough for two. Or for two days. 

I looked up at him. "Jon?" I questioned. He just shrugged. "Come on, no one is OCD enough to keep their pants that pressed." He rolled his eyes at me. It was not his style. But still, it looks like his , by the way that they were arranged. 

"Sorry." The figure emerged from thin air picking up the clothes. I could feel every single drop of blood in my body dried up. He looked like Jon. He sound like Jon. He was not. Now I know where he got his quirks from.