In the back of Grampa’s closet lay the old gun case. It was covered in dust so thick the black case looked grey. “What’s inside?” MaryAnne asked as Dennis pulled it out of the closet.

“I dunno. Grampa yelled at me when I tried to ask him about it, and I’ve been too afraid to even look at it since. Grampa wasn’t the sort to have guns.” Denis laid the case out on the ground and pulled out his pocket knife. He flipped out the blade and started picking at the lock.

“Do you think we should tell Dad?”

“Nah. He’ll probably take it away or something. Then again, I don’t know if even he would know what was inside.”

“So we should definately talk to him about it!” MaryAnne insisted.

The lock finally popped open…