While my husband was not at hom

The Secret Behind the Bathroom Tile

One evening, while my husband was away, my father-in-law appeared suddenly in the kitchen.

His face was pale.

“As long as your son isn’t here,” he whispered,

“take the hammer and break the tile behind the toilet. No one must know.”

Confused but uneasy, I followed his instructions.

When I struck the wall, a tile cracked open, revealing a hidden hole. Inside was an old plastic bag. I opened it—and froze in horror.

“Teeth,” I whispered. Dozens of human teeth spilled out.

Shaking, I confronted my father-in-law. He sighed. “Your husband… he’s not who he seems. He took lives.

Then he burned the bodies—but teeth don’t burn.”

I stared at him, my world collapsing. “You knew?” I asked. His weary eyes met mine.

“Too long I kept silent,” he said softly. “Now you must decide what to do.”