By Rachel Friedman
It has been exactly one month since I opened the box.
People bury family secrets in all sorts of places: in cemeteries, bank vaults, the backs of clocks. It says something about my family that I found it under my grandmother’s bed when I was cleaning the house.
According to family lore, my grandfather sold himself to the devil. As part of the deal, his heart was put into a container. I thought that it was utter nonsense until I opened it.
There is only part of an old human heart in the box. Someone has been eating away at it.
Wonderful story especially the ending. I wonder who was trying to get his heart even after death. A wonderful beginning for a longer story
The chill came when I realized the heart was under grandmother’s bed.
You pulled quite a shocker of an ending! Clever!