While my husband was not at home, my father-in-law told me to take a hammer and break the tile behind the toilet: behind the tile, I saw a hole, and in that hole, something horrifying was hidden π±π±
I was standing in the kitchen, washing dishes. My son was playing at the neighborsβ house, and my husband had gone out on errands. It seemed like an ordinary evening. But at that moment, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around β it was my father-in-law. His face was tense, his gaze sharp and watchful.
βWe need to talk,β he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him over the sound of the water.
βWhatβs wrong?β I asked, worried, drying my hands on a towel.
He took a step closer and leaned toward my ear:
βAs long as your son isnβt hereβ¦ take the hammer and break the tile behind the toilet in the bathroom. No one must know.β
I laughed involuntarily β I thought the old man had lost his mind.
βWhy ruin the renovation? Weβre selling this house soonβ¦β
But he interrupted me sharply, squeezing my fingers with his bony hands:
βYour husband is deceiving you. The truth is there. π²β
There was something in his eyes that wouldnβt let me ignore it. He was afraid. Afraid as if his life depended on this conversation.
I felt anxiety rising in my chest. At first, I wanted to brush it off, but curiosity began to take over.
Half an hour later, I was standing in the bathroom. No one was home. I locked the door, grabbed the hammer from the closet, and hesitated for a long time before striking the wall. I stared at the smooth, white tiles my husband had carefully laid himself. βBreak them? What if my father-in-law is actually just delirious?β
But my hands lifted the hammer on their own. The first strike was soft β the tile just cracked. The second β louder, a piece fell off, hitting the tile floor with a hollow thud. I held my breath and shone my flashlight.
Behind the tile was a dark hole. And in that hole, there was somethingβ¦
My hands trembled. I slipped my fingers into the hole and felt a rustling bag. My heart pounded in my temples. I slowly pulled it out. An old plastic bag, yellowed with age, seemed harmless. But as soon as I opened it β I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming in terror. π±π± Inside wereβ¦ Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI