Haunting-Adeline

ro ed and chewed up by mice. Where the wooden board once was is a
bo omless black hole.
“You want me to s ck my hand in there, don’t you?” I say dryly, glancing
around to see if I spot another hint of Gigi. S ll not looking in that fucking
mirror, though.
Hand over my pounding heart, I carefully walk over to the s ll swinging
wood. Grabbing my phone and turning on the flashlight once more, I shine
the light inside the hole.
It’s a pla orm, and deep in the hole looks like two pieces of crinkled
paper.
I groan aloud. “Fuck, you’re really going to make me s ck my hand in
there?”
Bugs don’t usually creep me out. There’s not a lot of things in this world
that genuinely scare me to my core. But that doesn’t mean I enjoy s cking
my hand in a bug-infested hole. Furthermore, I wouldn’t be surprised if
whatever nega ve energy resides up here decided to fuck with me and
grab my hand.
I can admit I’d probably pee a li le then.
Sighing, I plunge my hand in, snatch the papers and rip my hand out, all
in under a second.
I almost open my mouth and gloat but decide it’s be er not to piss
anything off when we’re sharing the same house.
I turn, run over to the string, click off the light and dash down the stairs
like the girl from The Ring is chasing a er me.
Slamming the a c door shut, I take in a deep, cleansing breath of air. It’s
so much lighter down here. It feels like the en re house collapsed on me,
and I just crawled out from beneath it.
I smooth out the papers, squin ng my eyes to make out the neat scrawl
on the first one.
I did what I was told to do. Because if I didn’t, I know I’d be next. So this
is my confession. I helped him cover up her murder. I’m so sorry.
My heart quickens as I read the note over and over. Whoever wrote this,
they’re speaking of Gigi's murder. They must be. Who helped him cover up
the murder? Who is him?