“Tonight, You Will Finally Be Mine,” My 74-Year-Old Grandfather Said, Gripping Me Tightly Around the Waist. I Was Only 22 Years Old. That Evening, He Took Me to His House, Locked the Front Door, and Whispered, “Don’t Tell Anyone… Especially Your Mother.” At 3 A.M., While I Was Lying in Bed, My Grandfather Quietly Opened My Bedroom Door, Approached Me, and Placed His Trembling Hand on My Leg. “I Have to Do It Tonight,” He Whispered. I Was Completely Paralyzed with Fear…

I laughed nervously.

“Grandpa, what are you talking about?”

He didn’t smile.

“Come home with me tonight. Please.”

I hesitated.

Then he leaned forward.

“And don’t tell your mother.”

My stomach tightened.

“Why not?”

“Because she would stop us.”

I should have refused.

But this was my grandfather, the man who had loved me all my life.

So I agreed.

When we arrived at his house, he immediately locked the front door.

I heard the heavy bolt slide into place.

“Grandpa, why are you locking it?”

“For our safety.”

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Then he placed the key inside his jacket pocket.

I tried to convince myself that everything was normal.

But upstairs, I noticed something strange.

The door to my grandmother’s old bedroom had been covered with a heavy curtain.

And from behind that curtain came a faint clicking sound.

“What’s in there?” I asked.