True to his word, Kevin arrived quickly, his presence a welcome relief. His footsteps echoed up the narrow staircase, each creak of the wood announcing his approach.
“So, show me this magic wall,” he said, grinning as he entered the attic.
I pointed to the section of wall that had been moving, but of course, it was still now, as if it knew it was being watched.
Kevin approached it with a contractor’s eye, tapping here and there, listening with a practiced ear. “What did it look like exactly?” he asked.
“Like it was breathing,” I replied, feeling foolish as soon as the words left my mouth.
He nodded, not dismissing my observation. “Could be a loose panel or maybe something’s settled behind it. We can cut it open if you want, see what’s really going on.”
I hesitated, the idea of cutting into the wall feeling both invasive and necessary. “Yeah, let’s do it,” I finally agreed, knowing I’d regret not finding out.
Kevin retrieved a small toolkit from his car and began the careful process of cutting into the drywall. I held my breath as he worked, the sound of the knife slicing through plaster unnervingly loud in the quiet attic.
Finally, he pulled back a section of the wall, revealing a dark cavity. At first, there was nothing unusual, just a space between the studs. But then, something glimmered in the shadows.
Kevin reached in cautiously, pulling out a small object wrapped in a faded cloth. The fabric crumbled at his touch, revealing a delicate silver locket.
“Well, that’s not what I expected,” he said, holding it up to the light.
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