The Finger
- Date Submitted: 06/02/2014 06:11 PM
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She found her brothers finger in the grass by the shed. She tried to clean the dry blood
off but it wouldn’t rub off.
Its been five years since he lost his finger. Unfortunately my brothers deceased now. I know he
would have been happy to see it. Its funny it still has his gold ruby class ring on it. I miss my brother.
His name is Charlie. He had long shaggy brown hair and pale skin white as snow. And he always
smelled like apples. I use to wonder if he would cut an apple in half and rub it on himself. I don’t
remember how my brother lost his finger exactly. I use to make up the wild stories of how it might
of happened. One time I imagined that he was at a party and lost a bet and so they cut his finger
off with a butter knife.
Everyday I ask myself how did he die exactly? No one will tell me . I wonder if his death was on
accident or on purpose. I would daydream about being like Nancy Drew and solve the case of my
brother.
I went to Charlies grave today like I usually do. But I found something very unusual.
There was a very small but deep hole in front of his grave stone.
“ That’s strange that’s never been there before” I wondered .
So I stuck my finger in the hole to see whats in it . But it was very odd . The grass seemed lose kind
of like a secret trap door. So I just pulled it up to see if anything was there and low and behold there
was a secret door.
I was amazed ! Why was the door here ? There were very old looking stairs. The kind of stairs
that you see in a horror movie . Where the old brown wood is chipping and peeling and their very
creaky. This could be my Nancy Drew day dream come true! So like Nancy Drew I started to go down
the horror movie stairs.
As I got to the bottom of the stair case it was pitch dark. I couldn’t even see my own hand in front
of my face. Where ever I was it was very stuffy. The being locked in the attic kind of stuffy. As I...
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