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Jacob Coleman had spent the two months since his mother’s passing renovating the childhood home he’d inherited. It was a decrepit older house badly in need of a face-lift that would help him forget about a tough childhood of desperate poverty.
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Poor Choices

by minnboy

Jacob Coleman had spent the two months since his mother’s passing renovating the childhood home he’d inherited.

It was a decrepit older house badly in need of a face-lift that would help him forget about a tough childhood of desperate poverty.

While removing strips of ancient, yellowed wallpaper from what used to be the bedroom he shared with his brother, Jacob noticed a slightly raised portion on the freshly peeled wall surface.

It resembled the outline of a door.

Making a hole just large enough to see in, he discovered that there was in fact a door on the other side. He broke away the drywall, took a deep breath and pulled the knob.

Light penetrated the dust-laden darkness until it revealed what Jacob first mistook for a large doll, but looking closer, discovered it was the dried, leathery skin of a dead child.

The sight and smell of the body hit Jacob like a stomach punch, and he staggered backwards until he reached a far wall.

Preparing to bolt for the doorway, his body was instantly paralyzed when he heard scratching and shuffling noises coming from the now open tomb.

A faint shadow emerged, followed by the small, translucent boy, his eyes dark and vacant, wearing an expression of eternal sadness.

Jacob managed a whisper. “Brett?”

The boy looked up. “Yes.”

“Mama told me you ran away.”

“They could only afford to feed one of us.”

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