Jennifer's House Last Revelation

Finally, the house was being sold, it was a done deal, however, for Jennifer, it was time to get the old boxes out of the attic, it was the last thing to go. It wasn't her preference, but no one else could do it. It was dark and damp; a layer of dust rested on the boxes as if covering the grief hidden inside them. Bitter memories watered her eyes as she looked through some photo albums, an era that seemed to have slipped away with time taking her joy, a father who decided to abandon his wife and daughter for no reason. Suddenly, a creaking sound under her feet caught her attention. An expression of distress crossed her face as she discovered that the house was in worse shape than she had thought. Resigned, she decided to leave the problem to the new owner, dealing with distressing memories was enough. Unfortunately, the uncertainty of having to lower the sale price, even more, seized her and she decided to check the extent of the damage. To her surprise, she found a dark hole that seemed to lead somewhere under the loose slats.

Jennifer turned on the flashlight on her cell phone and shone the light into the secret passageway. There was a narrow spiral staircase leading down. For a second she hesitated, wondering who would have created this hidden part of the house and why. Curiosity got the better of her and she chose to descend the stairs slowly and cautiously. Who knew how safe those stairs were?

At the bottom of the stairs was a room, the air was dusty and stale, and a musty smell made her nose wrinkle in disgust. After a few moments, she found a switch on one of the walls, suddenly the dim light bulbs completely illuminated the secret room. Her heart pounded as she gazed inside, gasping for breath.

There was a large cell in the corner of the room, with thick iron bars, inside it were shackles resting on shreds of stained clothing. Her mind flew imagining the horrors that could have happened inside that room, it seemed to be a place of confinement.

Suddenly, she noticed something else in the room. There was a camera mounted on a tripod, pointed directly at the cell. Jennifer's hands began to shake as she realized that someone had been watching whoever was locked in the cell, for a moment the idea that someone might come back for the camera made her feel vulnerable and exposed. But everything was covered in dust, it had been a long time since anyone had set foot in the place.

A sense of fear and unease come over her as her fingers reached for the power buttons on the camera.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what she was seeing.

A ferocious creature, thickly furred with large fangs was growling and howling confined within the bars, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. It was standing and no matter how hard it tried, the chains kept it inside the cell. As the video played, Jennifer watched in amazement as the beast transformed and took human form. It looked tired and weak as if the transformation had drained it of some of its life.

Jennifer couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was her father. A series of conflicting feelings collided with her. She had always hated her father, but she had never imagined him to be a... Werewolf.

Despite her resentment, she couldn't help but feel compassion for him.

She felt the need to keep her father's secret safe. So, she postponed the sale of the house. It was imperative to search for more answers within that hidden room that would reveal what had happened to her father and somehow find out if there was a correlation to the strange peculiarities she possessed.