“Are you sure we won’t get into trouble… trespassing Grace Chapel in the middle of the night?”
“Leave… If you are scare!”
“I’m not! But what you claimed is ridiculous!”
“Ssh! We’re almost there… There’s no turning back… Come on, we need to climb this stairs… Stay close!” James whispered.
The boys made their way to the attic.
James push opened the door. The room was dark. He shone his torch around.
“See! There are only cobwebs!” Jonathan said, tagging along behind James.
James made his way towards the wardrobe at the end of the room. As he opened the wardrobe, his eyes widen.
“There’s really a bag in here!”Jonathan whispered.
“Here! Hold it!” James passed the torch to Jonathan, and slowly unzipped the bag.
Grinning, he turned to Jonathan. “Look!”
Jonathan peeped into the bag, startled and fell backwards, dropping the torch.
“H…h…how did you know… that… that… there’s skeleton in the bag?”
“Remember the story I told you yesterday? I saw them killing the man and hid the corpse in here.”
“But… you said it happened FIFTY years ago!!! Now you are only TWELVE!!!”
James just grinned.
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Alastair Forbes. Thank you, Alastair.