Curiosity

Curiosity. That was what I felt the first time I saw that door; at least the first time I remember. An old and dark door very different from the others around the house. I always wanted to know what was behind it, but Grandma' said it was forbidden.
Now I'm older, but I still have the same desire to know what's there. Grandma' wasn't at home that moment, so I decided to go in. That door even hadn't any key; just Grandma' authority kept it closed.
I'm inside the room, there's no any light but the sun trying to show up itself through the space between that wood covering the window. It was smelly. Then , I touched something big in the middle of the room; I tried to see with the light of my mobile phone. I wish I didn't do that. There, inside of a kind of coffin was my mother's body, the one I thought I left in the cemetary when I was a child. I hear steps getting closer. Curiosity has gone, fear has arrived...
At least I know what Grandma' will do with that knife.