This is going to sound totally fake, but here it goes. One night me and my brother, Andrew, went to sleepover at my grandma's house because our parents were going to a party at work. Well me and Andrew were in the living room with grandma and we were playing Monopoly. Then grandma got a big headache and went to bed. Before she left she said, 'Kirstin, Andrew; don't go into the attic.' and then she left to go to her room. Me and Andrew looked at eachother and were like 'Let's go into her attic.' so we ran upstairs and opened the door to the attic and went up the stairs, and saw a bunch of boxes. When we moved the boxes and say a narrow doorway. We went into the narrow doorway and it REALLY stank. But the room was empty. So Andrew so a peel of paint sticking out and pulled on it and the wall crumbled and out fell a dead body. Then we found out that the room had dead bodies in the walls and ceiling and floor, so we left and went to bed.The next morning, when we got home we asked mom and dad about it and they said grandma used to be a serial killer when she was little.