The old man awkwardly opened the heavy door. He was nervous because he hadn’t seen his son, Tim, since he sent him to secretly live with his granddad. He had done it to keep his son safe. His ex-wife made him out to be unhinged, but she was the real headcase.
The place was smaller than he remembered it. “Hello?” he cried out. No one answered. He eventually found them both napping and sighed in disappointment. He was worried. Tim was looking rather scrawny these days and he smelled awful. He’d have to talk to granddad about this when he woke up.
He was a patient man. He’d wait. He had all day. After all, graveyards don’t close until sunset.