My father-in-law instructed me to use a hammer to smash the tile behind the toilet while my husband was away. I discovered a hole below the tile, and something terrible was concealed there
I was doing the dishwashing while standing in the kitchen. My husband had gone out on errands, and my son was playing at the neighbors’ house. It appeared to be a typical evening. However, I sensed a presence behind me at that same moment. My father-in-law was there when I turned around. His eyes were alert and watchful, and his face was strained.
He muttered, “We need to talk,” so softly that I could almost hear him over the sound of the river.
“What’s the matter?” As I dried my hands with a towel, I queried in concern.
He moved in closer, leaning in my ear:
“While your son is away… Break the tile behind the bathroom toilet with the hammer. Nobody must be aware.
I believed the elderly man had gone insane, so I laughed uncontrollably.
“Why sabotage the remodeling? This house will shortly be sold.
However, he abruptly cut me off while gripping my fingers with his skeletal hands:
“Your spouse is lying to you. There is the truth 
I couldn’t help but notice the something in his eyes. He was terrified. Like his life hinged on this conversation, he was terrified.
My chest began to rise with anxiety. I wanted to dismiss it at first, but my curiosity won out.
I was standing in the restroom thirty minutes later. There was nobody home. I took the hammer out of the closet, shut the door, and with much hesitation, hit the wall. I gazed at my husband’s meticulously laid white, silky tiles. “Shatter them? What if my father-in-law is merely experiencing delirium?
However, my hands raised the hammer by themselves. The tile simply cracked on the first gentle blow. The second was louder — a fragment dropped off, thudding hollowly on the tile floor. I shone my flashlight while holding my breath.
There was a dark hole behind the tile. And something was in that hole…
My hands were shaking. I felt a bag rustle as I inserted my fingers into the opening. My temples throbbed with my heart. I took it out slowly. An ancient plastic bag that had turned yellow with time appeared innocuous. However, as soon as I opened it, I put my hand over my lips to stop myself from yelling in fear. There were…
There were teeth inside. actual human teeth. A lot. Hundreds, maybe dozens.
It sent a chill through me. Holding the bag to my chest, I sunk to the chilly tiles. There was just one thing on my mind: this isn’t possible.
Until I made the decision to see my father-in-law, I paced the room. He let out a deep sigh upon seeing the luggage.
With fatigue, he said, “So you found them.”
“What is this? — I screamed, but my voice showed that I was shaking. “Who are they?!”
After lowering his gaze and remaining quiet for a while, he started talking softly:
“Your spouse is not who he seems to be.” He killed people. He then set the bodies on fire, but teeth don’t burn. He took them out and concealed them in his house.
It was unbelievable to me. My husband is a trustworthy individual and a loving father. But the evidence was there before me.
“You were aware?” I muttered.
My dad-in-law raised his gaze. There was just weariness and a gloom of shame in them, no relief.
“I said nothing. I remained silent for too long. However, you now have to make your own decisions on what to do next.
It dawned on me then that my life would never be the same.
