A Web of Suspicions
Sam point of view
The piercing sound of the ambulance siren faded as the medics confirmed the unthinkable Grandfather was gone. The words still echoed in my mind, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. I stood in the doorway of his room, staring blankly at the bed where his lifeless body had been moments before.
But something didn't sit right.
I couldn't shake the feeling that his death wasn't natural. The unease gnawed at me, growing stronger with each passing second. The memory of the faint sound I'd heard outside his corridor surfaced again, nagging at me like an unfinished puzzle. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to focus.
"I need to check something," I muttered under my breath.
I stepped back into Grandfather's room. The once warm and welcoming space now felt cold, eerie even. My eyes roamed over the familiar furniture, the bookshelves, and finally landed on the door to his secret room.
