7 Minutes Left. That’s what the glowing, red, digital timer read to poor ol’ Bill. He had been exploring the small basement in his dinosaur pajamas when he noticed a strange looking wooden box at the far right corner. And now he is observing the contents of this box. A very large timer. A timer which is counting down. Bill does not know what it’s counting down too, but he doesn’t have that great of a feeling about it.
6 Minutes Left. The number changed. Bill noticed it changed from 7 to 6, and it made a little beep sound as well. What could this mean? He would ask his parents, but they are not at home right now. They are away somewhere. So little Bill wondered what to do next. And after wondering for a bit, he decided he would ask their dog. He moved his little feet quickly and took notice of the light tap they made against the dirty cement. (Sort of like the cement in their garage.) Once he made it to the top of the wooden steps, he tried opening the doo-
5 Minutes Left. The red text changed again. Bill knew this because it made the same beeping sound as before. Oh yes- that’s right; the door. The door would not budge. It was locked. Hmmm, now Bill was beginning to get a little worried. Why would the door be locked? It wasn’t locked when he went down here earlier. Who would have locked it? Bill was young, but he knew standing at the top of the stairs wouldn't help any of his problems. He decided the best course of action would be too look through his parents drawers-
4 Minutes Left. It beeped again, and that beep told Bill exactly what to do. So he hobbled down the steps and eventually made it back to the familiar dirty grey floor. The familiar floor which he would eventually run across, reaching desperately for the wooden shelf. Starting at the top, Bill attempted to open each of the five drawers. After starting on his tippy toes and pulling the final drawer on his knees, the only one that wasn’t sealed shut was the second to last wooden slot.
3 Minutes Left. The second Bill laid his eyes on the golden key sitting in the box was the same second the red timer shortened. Bill didn’t know what the key was for, but he really hoped it was for the door. So, he moved his feet up the steps yet another time and stuck the key into the hole. Now, the key fits. The key fits well, and it even made a satisfying click sound as Bill twisted it, but for some reason the door would not open- oh wait. Bill heard something behind him, and almost instantly turned around to investigate. The floor. The floor that little Bill’s feet had run across many times before had opened up. Like a door. A door on the floor!
2 Minutes Left. Again, the beep immediately signaled to Bill that he needs to get moving. So he did. He ran down to view the cement door which had opened up. From where he was standing the cement panel was blocking his vision. So he took a few steps around while anxiously peaking trying to get a good view as to what was hidden below the grey stone. And- oh boy was there sure as hell a surprise waiting for little ol’ Bill!
I Minute Left. He could not believe what he was looking at. It was a corpse. It was a dead person. She looked scared. Her skin was pale. Bill wanted to cry, so he did cry. And while he was crying, he heard his mommie’s voice over the speaker phone. “I’m sorry to whoever found this. The person before you deserved every last bit of what they got. I assume you are either family looking for her, or somebody working for law enforcement. Either way, we are going to make sure nobody finds out about what happened all that time ago,” Bill was scared. What did his mommy do? His mommy wants to hide the body? Why? “I have a son who I love. A son who needs a mother. That’s why I hid her. And that’s why you are going to die right now.”
0 Minutes Left. In Bill’s Final moments, the only thing that was going on in his brain was the horrible truth that was just revealed to him. His mother did something horrible. She tried to hide it and hurt anyone who found out. But he found it. Billy found out. And now Billy will be the one to pay the price.