Not too long ago, you had started to work for a man, without asking much questions. He had published an advertisement in a local journal, and, searching for a job, you naturally accepted. He only asked for a hand to help with the cleaning of his manor, against a modest sum of money and a room. The man was quiet, discreet, and seemed to be lurking in the shadows all day, without ever leaving the four walls of his precious manor. What a weird man, you thought as soon as you met the man and started working, but as long as he was paying you, everything was fine.

Your tasks were rather simple : clean floors, keep the house tidy, and dust all paintings and items. But unfortunately, it felt like dust hadn’t been removed in centuries, and paintings depicted people from centuries ago, their austere faces staring at you when you walked down the hallways. But luckily, the floor part was much simpler, as nobody ever walked on those floors besides the owner and yourself. No item was ever moving either, so it constantly felt like cleaning a hotel that never received any clients. Ever.

Oh, and if one rule was very important to Simon, it was that you had to clean floors, except his bedroom. Keep the house tidy, except his bedroom, and, well, there was no painting in his own room. Just basic furnitures, as he said, but you never witnessed it yourself, as it remained locked all day. And even if he was hiding anything in there, you were just working here, so there was no reason to ever come and peek inside. Though, curiosity was terribly strong, and you eventually gave in. You had to go late during the night, so he would be asleep the whole time. As the night settled, your little plan got in action.

You slipped in the corridors quietly, barely paying any attention to the paintings and all sorts of creepy items that Simon kept. You reached the door of his bedroom, and opened it without a sound. He was laying there in the darkness, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his chest. His whole body was laid on wood, directly in a coffin, his pale skin barely visible in the dark. You stepped a little closer, your foot hitting the base of the coffin in a loud wood sound. There, his eyes opened in a movement, a frown deforming his gaze, as he asked gravely : “What are you doing here ?!”